Greetings, beloved children of God. My prayer is that you survived the previous evening's activities without scalding any feet or passing along diphtheria to unsuspecting parishioners and that upon further reflection you are no worse for wear.
Today is Good Friday with a variety of options to mark the occasion - some have ministerium duties (I know of colleagues parading around their respective towns today), some have a series of services paced on the half or whole hour and some have one service tonight. Some... it is true... have none.
I will be experiencing the mix of the sacred and the profane as I spend the morning in the office working on next Sunday's liturgy, dabbling on the Easter sermon and then will go out to buy things for the Holy Easter Basket... you know, jelly beans, a baseball and maybe a chocolate bunny.
Our Good Friday service is this evening and its liturgy and presentation is set in stone. I am there to read and wear a robe. For this, I am thankful.
Tell us what you are up to, share the way you're pacing your week, ask for prayer or offer it, seek liturgy suggestions or hit the conversations going on over at Ye Holy Facebookee.
For verily, verily we are all in this together.