Six hundred and fifty people
attended the First Presbyterian Easter church service in the Ross Ragland
Theater. A second service was held around the corner in the church building.
Tim and I arrived early to serve as
ushers; however, we were not needed because so many people had volunteered to
help. Although, the organizers did ask for our help to move the stage set from
the theater to the church in between the two services.
We sang contemporary songs and
listened to stories of trials and triumphs. When the service concluded we
climbed the stairs onto the stage and Tim began helping dismantle the Plexiglas
panels from around the drums, carry the pulpit off of the stage and back to the
church, stack the chairs, etc. Sitting near the front of the stage were props
that were used to illustrate a point: a pitcher, glass of water and barstool. I
reached to pick up the pitcher and glass and noticed the minister’s sermon notes.
When I do a presentation, I am very protective
of my master speech. If I took it, might he come back in the meantime and think
it had been misplaced? I told the other helpers not to move the barstool, props
and notebook and then ran around the theater looking for the pastor. Still
looking, I walked over to the church and met him slowly making his way back to
the theater. Well-wishers were stopping him every few feet to give him kudos on
the service. I finally got his attention and asked if he would like his things brought
over to the church. He let out a sigh of relief that his props and sermon notes
were safe.
Today’s gift was to protect his valuables
and then offer to take them to the church. He agreed to let me take the props. I
certainly understood why he wanted to carry his own books.
In Giving,
Robin
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