…your wife is serving as the liturgist and midway through the hymn you realize that your two year old is melting down in front of the church and suddenly, the pastor morphs into a mom and you take over the liturgy….
So, there we were. It’s the government shutdown and that means that our organist, who is a government contractor (I know right? go figure) is emphatically NOT working. I wasn’t sure if she wasn’t going to be there but sure enough, on Sunday morning, we get to Memorial Chapel and it’s going to be me and my guitar rocking the old Lutheran Liturgy.
I had prepared for that.
About an hour earlier.
Using a hymnal whose idea of a modern song is Amazing Grace.
Ever tried to play old German hymns on the guitar? Not cool.
My dad is about the only person I know who has even tried. Respect.
But, we dove in. The congregation was totally cool, rolling with the reality that it was going to be a very different service. By the way, not having a big deal since we sing the liturgy. Yup. Every “Lord, have mercy” is sung. Needless to say, suddenly, we were reading it.
Since a change like this threw their Dad into chaos, my children were not their usual awesomely behaved selves.
Sara usually functions as the liturgist for our congregation. Normally not a big deal but Lenora, our two year old, was having none. of. it.
So, there were were, conducting the service and very graciously (and smoothly I might add) transitioned from pastors leading the service to parents concerned with behavior. Sara whisked Lenora to the back and I took over.
No one even noticed.
Ok, that’s not true. It was pretty obvious.
So, one more thing we have to work out.
Always the parent…