My mentor was gone the week after Music Camp so I took a much-needed slower week, and spent some time with the congregational care pastor. I got to go along on some pastoral care visits, which were hard and wonderful at the same time. We visited a new born baby at her home, just days old, and gave her a gift from the Sunday School. We visited a woman in the hospital who had an infection in her leg, and was so happy to see someone from the church. We visited another woman who had a cracked pelvis and the pastor took me out to lunch, asked me hard questions and paid for my pizza. I was pushed about denominations and the contrast between the way I was raised and the things I have chosen, and the church I am serving this summer. I learned the church work of collating bulletin inserts and accepting new members. I wrote the Congregational Prayer and got to pray it from the pulpit on Sunday morning.
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| Moses and his Israelite friends ready to teach the kids about unleavened bread! |
The next week Holly was back and we got to work on setting up for VBS. It was a blast. We made egg shakers and read curriculum. We dressed a rabbit puppet up like a chef. We construction papered, and magic markered, and toilet-paper tubed. And Holly taught me, once again, how to go all in, how to do nothing half way. We ate cinnamon bears, and I was energized by organized lists, and careful planning, and creatively bringing about a vision for the kids.
At the end of the week, my rabbit and I could hardly wait for Tuesday.
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