Your captain has returned from a journey that included two days of terribly boring and depressing business meetings (I think Scott Peterson's first week in San Quentin will be easier than what I had to endure) .
Friday is here at last and the smoke has begun to clear. I have minimal church responsibilities this weekend, so Mrs. CC has decided that the wallpaper in the girls' room needs to go and a new paint job- O Happy Day! Thank you, Jesus! This promises to be a "steamy" weekend, if you know what I mean.
My protion of Sunday's service is the sermonette and the subject is naturally, Palm Sunday. I think I'll come at this from the angle of the of the palm as it signifies victory. Hmmm, I may need a bit more than that, eh? How about this, The Palms in Las Vegas got its name because the palm signifies victory. You know, spend all your hard earned money at the Palms and get ya some victry!? Nah, too "heady" for young minds. What about asking the question, "Why can't palm tress grow in cold weather? Because.... uh... they symbolize victory, right? (puzzled looks from adults and children alike). OK, that's our message for this morning, now run along and get your bellyful of palm shaped cookies and artificial fruit punch.
Carry On.
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We have a local costume rental store downtown. One March many years ago, our Sunday School superintendant, Phyllis, called the store to ask if they had a costume of a donkey for rental. The girl on the other end of the phone told her to F-off as she slammed the phone down. Turns out that the church got the costume rental for free after a little chat with management about our intentions of dressing like an @ss.
That Palm Sunday, Phyllis walked triumphantly down the isles of the sanctuary as little children threw palm branches in her walk.
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