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Palm Sunday and such…

April 3, 2007

My son Jake was a torch bearer during the Palm Sunday service. He asked Evan to come (I didn’t), and since Evan has a hard time denying his son anything, he agreed to go.

I’d never been to a Palm Sunday service at Christ Chruch before, so, I had no idea what to expect, except that it would be longer than the usual service, and that we would probably process into the church.

We met up with our neighbors, who have recently joined, and are having their baby christened in a few weeks, so at least there was some one there that Evan knew besides me and all my freaky church friends. 😉

We sang, we processed, we got palms. The service was long (poor unchurched Evan, he always ends up coming to services that are long, and it’s so not his thing). Jake did a great job, and came down from the altar with his palm woven into a cross, which he gave to me.

Evan even came to communion, and I realized that part of the reason he wasn’t coming was that he didn’t know what to do, and I think, felt silly. I really wish he would have told me that, instead of dissing communion as a meaningless waste of time.

He didn’t come for me, but he did come for Jake, and God needs to work in the ways he needs to work, and I need to get over it. I’m glad he was there.

It’s small, but it’s something, right?

And, he even had me buy him a ticket to come to the Spaghetti dinner with us in a few weeks. This is major progress. If it’s for the kids, he’ll come.

On Easter Sunday, I’ve invited my mother-in-law and my mother to come to the service. My kids will be ringing bells, and I will be on the altar as second server (I had no idea! Just found out yesterday). My dad still can’t/won’t come, and that’s ok. I understand that, too. We love each other, even though we can’t agree on this.

I’ve never been second server before, and I’ll be doing it on a Special Holy Day, during a service I’ve never seen. Nothing like flying unto the Lord by the seat of one’s not quite so Holy pants. I hope God enjoys fumbling comedy. He sure seems to, as I experience it aplenty in my life, and I’m hoping it’s all for SOMEONE’S benefit.

12 Comments leave one →
  1. Kirstin permalink
    April 3, 2007 10:21 am

    Wow! That’s exciting. Prayers for Evan, the kids, and you. 🙂

  2. Eileen permalink
    April 3, 2007 10:56 am

    Yes…it is. I’m trying to just let God do the God thing here. I pray. And apparently, God delivers!

  3. Kirstin permalink
    April 3, 2007 11:45 am

    Great, now I’ve got a mental image of God as a pizza delivery driver…

    I’m still working on NOLA pics. Should be posted this morning sometime. Thanks for your prayers while we were there!

  4. Julie+ permalink
    April 3, 2007 2:00 pm

    Thanks for sharing, Eileen.

    Although my RC dad came to hear me preach during my discernment and seminary years, he wouldn’t take communion at my church. Until, that is, at my ordination to the diaconate. My dad was dying of brain cancer and couldn’t leave his pew (it was a true miracle he was at the service at all). As I was finishing communion, he motioned me to come over to the pew and held up his hands for the host. I gave him bread with tears pouring down my face. The bishop then handed me the chalice to give to my dad. My dad nodded at the bishop and rolled his eyes in an unspoken joke at the bishop serving as my acolyte. Between the tears and the laughter, I nearly lost it. My dad slipped into unconsciousness within a couple of days and died 10 days later.

    Being able to serve at the altar is a great gift. I pray you (and your family) have a wonderful time on Easter.

  5. Eileen permalink
    April 3, 2007 3:20 pm

    Thank you for sharing that, I could see things going that way with my dad too. I guess it hurts him(my dad), because he loves me so, and because he really believes as he does, and he thinks I’m making a huge mistake. I still want to be his good little girl, but I can’t do it in this case.

    My mom will come to church with me, but she won’t receive communion either. But, I understand, and I’ll never make a big deal of it – even if eventually it’s communion they won’t receive from me. I respect their beliefs.

  6. Wormwood's Doxy permalink
    April 3, 2007 3:34 pm

    Eileen—my big guy was a torch bearer on Sunday too! I love that he’s involved–even if I have to listen to all the moaning and groaning because the kids’ dad doesn’t make them go to church when they are with him.

    I’ve stayed away from the whole LEM thing, because it would mean I had to be on time for church! 😉

  7. Julie+ permalink
    April 3, 2007 4:20 pm

    Um…you know, it occurs to me that maybe it’s your dad you might need to hear from, rather than the Viagraville crowd. Have you two been able to really share where you are? Just a thought…

    And my kids used to be acolytes, too. I miss those days (not, however, the day one torchbearing son accidentally leaned his head back into the flame of the other torchbearing son’s candle and set his head on fire. Mercifully, a nearby adult put him out and the procession began without missing a beat 🙂 ).

  8. Eileen permalink
    April 3, 2007 4:27 pm

    My dad’s problem is himself. He feels that he failed to bring me up as a proper Roman Catholic – so my being in TEC causes him great pain. Especially as I am definitely the more religious of his kids (my brother is a nominal Roman Catholic).

    He can’t discuss it with me. I’ve tried a few times, and he just shuts down or walks away. He’s just not ready. And, to be honest, it’s not something we ever would have talked about before. I think he believes that I’ll come around.

  9. Eileen permalink
    April 3, 2007 4:28 pm

    Also, I’m scared to death that Jake will set himself on fire, or worse yet, he’d be the one setting the other kid on fire. ADD and fire = not good!

  10. Eileen permalink
    April 3, 2007 7:16 pm

    Doxy – LOL…You should see me rushing in! Luckily, my kids have bell practice at 9:30am, before the service, so, I’m usually already there.

  11. Grandmère Mimi permalink
    April 3, 2007 7:50 pm

    Eileen, lovely about Jake, Evan, being chosen as second server, and the kids doing the bell ringing.

    Just don’t fall down or drop anything while serving.

    Hint: that’s like telling an actor to “break a leg” to ward off evil spirits.

  12. Share Cropper permalink
    April 3, 2007 11:27 pm

    And, don’t say cuss words at the altar when things go wrong. People look at you funny…and sometimes laugh at you.

    Prayers for you and your family!

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