Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Six Weeks of Easter

I don’t remember the actual title, but one year I wrote a six week celebration of Easter. When I presented the idea of involving all ages over several weeks before Easter, husband quickly reminded me we did not have a budget for extra anything.

It didn’t take long to find a willing and talented crew to help. I had a vague idea of what I wanted, the group brainstormed and then it happened.

Our costumes were sheets we gleaned from a motel and second hand clothing. In two days our church foyer became a Jewish marketplace. The platform was transformed into a village. For hours Wanda, Bob, Slim, Candy, husband the Carpenter girls and I built scenery.

Slim, the artist made cardboard into a barn puppet stage. Wanda had an eye for décor and created a small home with curtains, baskets, and weeds. The Carpenter kids helped build rocks from crumpled paper bags.

What did we purchase? Duct tape, masking tape and black markers.

What did we learn? It is a lot of work to present a drama for one week—lots more when you include different ages for different Sundays and add a choir, too.

Togetherness. More than church family, we played, laughed talked and created. Our congregation became totally enmeshed and involved in the last days of Christ’s days on earth and the resurrection.

Christ died that we might live. That each one might have life and have it more abundantly.

And husband, The Rev. Crawford, preached in his Biblical best. And me, I directed the choir in my fine inexpensive costume. (Note my toes.)

Sunday, July 26, 2009


Yes, this is us. We make memories together. Can you believe that years ago husband and I spent time in counseling. There were days back then I didn’t like the guy I’d married. One such day the counselor told me husband and I needed to talk, really talk. He handed me a paper that showed a large elephant in the living room. “You two walk around the elephant like he’s not there. Someday, the smell will get to you…..” There was more to the story.

So now it’s all these years later and I’m really liking the guy, but we still have places in our lives we don’t discuss. On Sunday evening husband plays Table Tennis. Tonight he needed to leave earlier than usual to open the church doors. He’d finished watching the Tour De France and sat waiting to leave.

“Do you think we could talk?” Here we are, this old married couple. You’d think after fifty years anything could be discussed, but we neither one like talking about the tough topics. I patted the seat on the couch and he sat by me.

“Want you to know I’m planning on the best possible outcome next Tuesday.” Gary nodded his head. “But Hon, you heard the surgeon say, ‘decisions may need to be made quickly.’ If that happens, you have my permission to do whatever is necessary.”

Husband thanked me. He also said, “It’s sure different being the caregiver. I’d do anything if it were me going in for surgery. I’m praying for you more than ever before.”

When burdens are shared and discussed it’s easier to move on.

Looking forward to a grand celebration on Tuesday, it’s my anniversary of twelve years in my job. Pretty special day don’t you think? Wonder if I can get the nurses to bring in balloons?

Still Lionhearted Kat