He's Dead, Jim!

We had a lovely Easter yesterday, beginning with the sunrise service at 6:45am. Carmen somehow - she doesn't remember how - got shanghaied into playing guitar during the service, and accompanying the singing of "Morning Has Broken," "Spirit of Life" and "This Little Light Of Mine" by the fifty-some congregants who came to watch the sun rise over the Sandia Mountains. Some yummy breakfast burritos were available for sale afterward, and then we set up for the two Family Services in the Social Hall. Moving tables and chairs around, that's what church is supposed to be all about.

All in all, there were six church services at the First Unitarian Church of Albuquerque yesterday, which I think is a lot considering that most of the attendees do not believe that the dead guy became undead. I guess going to church on the first Sunday after the first full moon after the vernal equinox to celebrate a holiday that is all about bunnies, eggs and flowers - but has nothing whatsoever to do with fertility - is a habit we can't break. Anyway, diluting the 700+ members of the Albuquerque church by six services made each one manageable, unlike the SRO crowds we used to get in Orlando.

So we were there from 6:15am until 2:00pm. Carmen co-officiated the family services while the grown-up services were going on in the sanctuary at 9:30 and 11:00. I attended one of each, family and grown-up. The "Contemporary Service" (during which the band plays music from 40 to 50 years ago) had all three ministers and the Director of Religious Education involved. I took a contemporary nap.

We got to come home and relax for a couple of hours after church and before going to the house of Kathy, the chair of Carmen's Intern Committee, for a very yummy dinner with her Brady Bunch family.

The next entertainment was setting the GPS to guide us home, and realizing she still thought "home" was in Watertown, Massachusetts! Good thing we didn't just blindly follow her directions or we'd be in Arkansas by now.