Had there been a secret video camera in the sanctuary this afternoon, the tape would show me coming in, turning on all the lights, and then wandering from back to front, pushing the communion table around, and silently waving my hands and moving my lips, as I planned and practiced.
I am conducting a wedding ceremony for the first time on Saturday afternoon. I fully expect this to be a doable task, as it does not carry the personal weight of the one we skipped this week-end but, not having been to a wedding in years and having been in almost a literally catatonic state for the two we did try in '08 and '09, I basically had no idea what to do.
I think now that I know where everyone is supposed to walk, sit, and stand; who says what; and what happens with the rings. I'll just hope that neither the flower girl nor the pastor has a meltdown.
On Sunday, I'm doing a pulpit exchange, thanks to the local Methodist pastors' association. The other minister and I exchanged bulletins today and put the rest of our ducks in order. I did notice that hers refers to God exclusively and frequently as "He."
It's going to be a real fish-outta-water week-end for me. But then, none of it is actually about me at all. Praise God from whom all blessings flow.