It started on Saturday morning with chiselling plaster and plasterboard off the stone walls of the new premises. "Would you like some gloves, Alan ?" asked Mr Security in that "Put these on now, please !" tone of voice. Nice but determined. I was happy to comply.
At lunchtime I sneaked off and sneaked some pizza before scuttling off to the house to change into my serious clothes.
Two-thirty found us haring off to get the children and two-forty-five saw us stuck on the quays in the mother of all traffic jams.
Three-thirty rehearsal. Went pretty well. Four-thirty last minute fussing. Kids find new tasks to do.
Five-thirty start. A good crowd. Fewer than last year, I think ? Chatting with various folk afterwards. We left at just after eight, knowing that some would be leaving significantly later.
Sunday morning - a late start. We have no responsibilities this morning other than to provide bread and wine. Sam is preaching and leading. He starts the service. Few people are there. We spread out to make it look more. Some minutes in the stragglers (more than half the folk) arrive.
Home for lunch. Back for evening service - another new face (Hi Warner ! Welcome !) We sang Christmas songs and I preached about shepherds and Bethlehem and what they found there. Afterwards supper in the upper room. We left at about ten.
What counts most in God's kingdom ? The big crowd in the carol service ? The little group on Sunday morning and evening ? Who can say, though I have my own ideas...