Friday, December 21, 2007
When I first arrived in ministry I started a Bereavement service on Christmas Eve. It was at 3pm, candlelight lessons and carols was at 7. It worked well and was reasonably attended.
In 2003, I was the bereaved. I hadn't done one since.
Tonight was the Longest Night. For the first time since 2003 we hosted - and I led - a service specifically for those who have had years not so congruent with the forced joy of the season.
One person attended.
Well... my pianist had a tough year so even though she came to help me, she definitely got something out of it.
And the deacon who was there has had a tough year too.
Then, of course, there was me.
We moved our way through the planned service, I bagged my written sermon and talked about my tattoo... well, I tied it in anyway and when it was all over we hung out and were just quiet. We watched the candles burn and we appreciated the moment in a quiet Sanctuary when in just two days it will look the same but have nowhere near the same feel.
It was perfect.