At home

The weekend at home was good.  My flight was delayed just a bit but I was still home by 9 or so.  A bouquet of irises was waiting for me, compliments of my sweetie.  Saturday Randy went with me to practice organ, taking a book to read.  As I played the pieces for Sunday and planned for the next couple of weeks, I could hear the singers in fellowship hall, a group of sacred harp enthusiasts.  They come from all over the Bay Area to sing shaped-note music, unaccompanied.  They arrange themselves by voice part, each part forming one side of a square and facing the center.  It was a rich, full sound.  We could have joined in, but there were other things to do, like take a walk.

Sunday morning three young people, around 12 or 13 years old, were confirmed; another name for this process is affirmation of baptism.  They went through a year or more of classes with the pastor and youth pastor, studying what it means to be a Christian and Lutheran, church history, various things.  They helped lead worship yesterday by reading Scripture, praying, giving the sermon (acting out the story of Peter and John healing the beggar at the temple gate), assisting in communion.  What a great way to be welcomed into the next stage of their faith.

Randy and I walked over to La Penca Azul for lunch, then I emailed Jessica the titles of upcoming preludes and postludes for the bulletins.  We left for the airport about 3:45; my flight was at 5 and was on time.  I was at E and K's by 7:30, which is better, in my opinion, than arriving at 10 or 11.

Less than 48 hours at home, but filled with goodness.