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 from frustration. (Hunger was probably also a part of that.)
There has also been a lot of rewarding aspects to the job. I've gotten to know people by working with them in ways that I wouldn't have otherwise. I've had good conversations because we were done setting up and hanging out until worship started. I've seen people grow in serving and in working together. I've seen the church grow (sometimes very visibly, resulting in us adding a ton of chairs during the service.)
It's been frustrating and stressful at times, but overall...
It's been a joy, and although I'm looking forward to what comes next and thankful to have a little bit of time to breathe (because I think June is gonna be slaaaaamed), I'm sad to be missing a key on my ring.
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 from frustration. (Hunger was probably also a part of that.)
There has also been a lot of rewarding aspects to the job. I've gotten to know people by working with them in ways that I wouldn't have otherwise. I've had good conversations because we were done setting up and hanging out until worship started. I've seen people grow in serving and in working together. I've seen the church grow (sometimes very visibly, resulting in us adding a ton of chairs during the service.)
It's been frustrating and stressful at times, but overall...
It's been a joy, and although I'm looking forward to what comes next and thankful to have a little bit of time to breathe (because I think June is gonna be slaaaaamed), I'm sad to be missing a key on my ring.
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