What's a weekend?

I walked into work this morning, and was asked the traditional question of “How was your weekend?” I paused for a moment, and suddenly realized that the blur of the last 48 hours was indeed the weekend.

Actually, when I take a look back into the Tivo of my mind, I can pause things long enough to realize that the weekend was actually pretty good. Anita and I slept in on Saturday (much too long, for certain, but it was needed), and went out to enjoy a nice brunch and run some small errands. Saturday night, we had some of the college students from Messiah over to watch a movie. We watched “Keeping the Faith,” which is one of my favorite movies. I’ve seen the movie a number of times, and I still laugh out loud at different parts of it. And I’m also constantly struck by some of the very thought-provoking dialogue scattered throughout the movie. Eventually, we kicked the kids out (around 11:30 or so – do college kids ever get tired?).

Sundays for us are not always the ‘day of rest’ that I wish them to be. This Sunday was a prime example. We were at the church by 8:30. for our worship team warm-up/rehearsal. By the time church was over, and we eventually made our way out of the parking lot, it was 12:30. The service was fantastic on Sunday (more on that later, I promise), and we always enjoy being able to socialize with our friends and family after the service as well.

After church, we went to lunch, and then a trip to Target, which at least saved me from having to deal with Wal-Mart’s parking lot. After spending more time at Target than anticipated, we made our way home, pulling in around 2:15 or so, finally able to rest, right?

Oh, no, because we had to leave again at 2:40 for a concert at 3:00. Messiah College Concert Choir was performing at a local church in Mechanicsburg, having been kicked off campus due to the Compassion Forum. We went, and were pleasantly surprised to find the church was packed tight. As alumni of Messiah, and of the Concert Choir, I was impressed. The choir did a phenomenal job. Although, they apparently forgot to tell the old man sitting behind me what songs they were singing, because whatever he was humming along with – loudly – was not quite what the choir was singing.

The concert ended around 4:45, and we headed home to pick up Antia’s car, only to head back to the church for choir practice at 5:30. We did get to spend another 15 minutes at home before we had to turn around again. The reason we both needed cars at the church for Choir practice was because I had a Trustees meeting after the evening service, which ran about 25 minutes later than normal. Not a complaint, just an acknowledgement of the timeline.

The Trustees meeting began at 8:30, with the chair stating “I want to keep this short.” If you’ve ever been on a church committee, you know that this statement is usually the kiss of death. I have never been in a meeting that began with “I want to keep this short” that ended up being short, and this was no exception.

Two hours later, I found myself on my way home, with a quick stop at Sheetz for a sandwich and an Iced Tea. Finally, I got home at 10:50. So, between 8:30 in the morning and 11:00 at night, I spent a whopping 50 minutes at home.

Gotta love Sunday’s!