To the church member who emailed at the beginning of Holy Week to ask about the (very important) meeting that we (I) needed to get scheduled; the one who concluded the email with: “I know this is a busy week for you. Just let me know what I can do to help”:
Thank you! I actually wept at my desk in relief when you agreed to take over scheduling that meeting. I imagine my crying jag took as much time as it would have taken to send out the necessary emails. But still, weeping with gratitude is much more fun than scheduling a meeting.
To the lovely lady in our church who broke her hip on Holy Monday:
REALLY? I mean, I love you. And I will visit you and pray for you. It’s just that your timing was awful.
To my Sister-in-Law who runs her own medical practice and still offered to bring lunch and fill all of the plastic eggs for the family egg hunt because she knew I would have a busy week:
You’re the best! (Also my little brother obviously gets his good judgment and impeccable taste from me.) Maybe I can step up and help you out during flu season or something.
To my Children:
You may, some day, be invited to share Easter dinner in a non-clergy household and I want you to know how to behave: If there is no stack of plates on the counter, look to see if the plates are already on the table before you start looking for a plate in the cabinets. If the plates are on the table, sit down at the table. Someone will likely bring food to the table where it will be passed around. This food will probably not be tacos. Do not ask, “Where are the Easter tacos?”. Easter tacos are not really a thing.
Not to criticize the salvific work you did to redeem the world or anything . . . just . . . maybe you could have stayed in the tomb a few more days. You know, give us pastors a little breathing room, some emotional recovery time between leading Good Friday services and writing our Easter sermons. Like maybe we could have a Maundy Monday and a Good Tuesday . . . Just throwing out a few ideas. I wonder if you thought through the liturgical ramifications of your timing on this one. Still, thanks for everything.
Do not schedule EVERY SINGLE MEETING for the week after Easter just because you know you will be busy before Easter. “After Easter” is not a magic time when you will suddenly have nothing to do but browse the internet and go to meetings. “After Easter” is when you have to do all of your normal stuff PLUS all of the stuff you have been putting off until “After Easter.” I send you this note every year. I will continue to send it until you act like you have read it.
To All My Pastor Colleagues:
Nothing says “Jesus is Risen” like an afternoon on the couch (or beach or deck) with a ridiculously silly book and a beverage (or peanut butter fudge malt) of your choice. Blessings to you as you nurture your own bodies and spirits in these days of joy and celebration.