Caught Up

Have you ever been been so involved in getting Sunday morning running smoothly that you got caught up in the running of the stuff that goes into it? Did you ever stop to realize that not everyone around you is concerned with props, crayons and the music you may need for the classroom? Who else cares if you wanted green Jello for the funny skit you had planned and instead only had red Jello? Well, I had just had one of those mornings.

While making sure all the teachers had what they needed, including the Jello, and checking the classrooms I noticed we had a little dead tree frog outside of our K-1 classroom near the playground. I made a mental note to make sure it was removed before the kids spotted it. As happens with most mental notes I did not remember until we were in between our first and second services. Luckily, no kids had spotted the poor deceased frog who was still in rigor mortise. I informed Kathy, the head of our logistics team on Sunday morning, of the need for someone to make the frog disappear and in her quick thinking she called her husband over to do the deed.

Let me pause here in the story to give you some background into how our classrooms are set-up on Sunday mornings. Each of our eight classrooms are divided into age groups from birth through fifth grade and are given animal names. On Sunday mornings my primary responsibility is for the Chipmunks (kindergarten-first grades), Foxes (second-third grades) and the Frogs (fourth and fifth grades).

Now we can continue with our tale. Kathy immediately informed her husband that I had a dead frog and he needed to get rid of it, she even suggested he toss it in the woods. Her husband turned and with a perplexed and somewhat stunned look asked, "Shouldn't you be calling 911?". It was at that moment that I realized he thought I was, at first, referring to one of our Frogs, a fourth or fifth grader. After the shock it made for quite a good laugh!

It is moments like that when I realize that I can get so caught up in my own efforts to get things done. Even without the green Jello, Sunday morning will happen and not by own efforts.