Friends,

I write this on Maundy Thursday. Kate has been practicing on the organ non-stop for days and is surviving off of caffeine and snickers bars. Sue is printing hundreds of bulletins and thinking of the detailed stuff that would have been lost on me. I have sermon ideas swirling around in my head as I prepare for the emotional and spiritual whiplash that happens between Good Friday and the first Alleluias of Easter. Anxiety is high even though Easter is going to get here regardless of our efforts, and I kind of like it that way.