I’ve written about my weariness after “holiday weekends” before, so I won’t bother rehashing that well-worn topic. Suffice to say, however, Independence Day wiped me out. Good times, but exhausting.
I woke up Sunday barely awake, wanting little more than to kill my alarm, roll over, and sleep until noon. It was Sunday, however, so it wasn’t a day off for pastor-types like me. Don’t misunderstand, I love worship, but this Sunday I was dragging. Being a holiday weekend, I was also expecting many people to be away, which only exacerbated my desire to get some extra sleep.
Yet, as with many things, Central surprised me. Folks were not only around, they were as engaging and fun as always. We even had a gentleman visit who was interested in Central’s transition process, and our new structure. Unexpected joys on a Sunday where I’m barely awake are quite a blessing. This didn’t make me any less exhausted, but they did make me glad I didn’t roll over and go back to bed 1.
If you’d care to see the rest of my Independence Day images, see my album on flickr.
- Not that I would have. Though I used to joke with the choir we should just go out the back door one Sunday and go out and get breakfast. ↩