Maundy Thursday

"I think we can, I think we can, I think we can..."
READY for tonight.
READY for tomorrow morning.
READY for tomorrow afternoon.
ALMOST ready for Saturday morning (cleaning'n'prayers with the Sanctuary Guild).
READY for Saturday afternoon (baptismal prep session)
READY for Saturday night and the Great Vigil (assistant is preaching).
Just Sunday morning's sermon to put together...and I have the constituent bits.

Pause to genuflect in the direction of the World's Greatest Secretary, who, on top of assembling 487 bulletins for four different services, did a mind-meld this morning with the retired gentlemen of the Fabric Committee and intuited where they had disposed of the props etc. for tomorrow morning's children's Way of the Cross. Which include (the props, that is) not just lantern and rooster and candles and basin and ewer and my most EXCELLENT corpus made of pillows and cardboard swathed in an old sheet -- but, most crucially, yes the pun is intentional -- the cross-arm piece to the child-portable two-piece cross that we solemnly carry around the church. The upright piece had been put in one place, the other piece carefully hidden among the scrap lumber in another place.

I have to go and buy matzoth and grape juice (WHITE grape juice) and hot cross buns for tomorrow morning's festivities. Also several pounds of the small sized solid-chocolate eggs in foil which are given to people at the end of the Vigil and at the end of the two Sunday services.

When I came to Most Holy and Undivided, it was the custom to put the children through a totally terrifying Way of the Cross, after which they were given chocolate eggs, bunnies etc. When I objected to both halves of this practice, word went out that I was clearly the Anti-Christ. MHU has survived, amazingly.

I don't expect to blog again until next week. Everybody -- a joyful and blessed and holy Easter!