Worship Coordinator-ing

Today, after church, we loaded the trailer and locked it up, like we do every Sunday. And then I took my key off the key ring and handed it to Chris M. It was a bit of a sad moment for me. I've gotten to be a worship coordinator, helping to make sure that everything (set up, tear down, and during the service) goes smoothly, for about a year and a half. I remember when Cruz started training me, back in the middle of winter, back when we met at Harmony rather than the Convention Center. There have been a lot of Sundays in between that one and this one -- a few that were really memorable. Some were memorable because things went wrong. Minor things, like when the grape juice was all frozen and we needed it for communion. (Hazards of leaving everything in a trailer). Serious things, like when Ruby slammed her thumb in the door (hello, compound fracture), or right after we moved locations and it took so long to tear down that I called my family afterwards, nearly in tears f