No. 12: Outta Control

Now that we've more-or-less skidded through Palm Sunday, we're running head-long towards Easter. I don't know how your week is going, but I'm scratching things off my "to do" list like crazy. Things I'm never gonna get to, like "find a new pair of shoes to go with that skirt you bought in Denver." Ain't gonna happen. Not this week. My pink pumps will have to do.

This week, I am being forced to prioritize. KDPO is swamped with business, almost more business than Sheila and I and our tiny staff can handle. What time we do have left is spent getting ready for Sunday.  We want to our first Easter as The Paddlebrook Community Church to be memorable.

That's hard to do because we're not meeting in a traditional church building. We're meeting in the old VFW lodge. It's run-down, it's square, it's drafty and it's absolutely charm-free. The one thing it does have going for it is space - it's big enough to hold 500 people.  Hey, in this town, buildings are scarce. You go with what you can get.

We've ordered a few lilies to dress the place up. Sheila and a brigade of women are making cookies, and we're having an Easter Egg Hunt for the kids. It should be nice, but it's hard to complete with the likes of Faith Mountain. They're having a petting zoo for their kids, and clowns. Christian. Clowns. Don't get me started.

Here's my wish for you: I hope your Holy Week is peaceful... you have time to reflect... to enjoy your family... and to celebrate the miracle of Easter.

Shine on -