If you are not a church goer, this post will mean nothing to you, so you might want to come back tomorrow. I also need to tell you my husband and I went out for these huge $10.99 margaritas tonight, so my typing is a little wonky. Bear with me. But something happened today and I need to get it out.
Today was a normal Sunday. I got to church, did my preschool Sunday school class, ran to choir practice, went to church, left in the middle to help with the children's church and then left children's church early to go and set up food for the coffee/cookie time after the service. Ideally a family signs up every week to offer food to the church members each week, but as is often the case, no one had signed up for this week and one of our lifers was having a birthday, so Hubby asked me to take care of it.
I have had too much tequila to figure out how to put this into this post, but I need to let you know that Hubby, who has NO secretary or office help, really messed up the bulletin for the church service this week. Remember that...I'll come back to it.
Hubby had set the coffee up to brew before he went in to the service and I was setting the food out when church let out early. I was caught in the midst of putting the food out when congregants started coming into the Fellowship Hall. They swooped down on the food and I could barely get the replacement food on the table when people started fussing at me that there was no coffee. Where was the coffee? What was this? Just cookie? Where the HELL was the coffee? No one could be bothered to say thank you for spending our own hard-earned money on coffee/cookie. No one could be bothered to offer to help me put stuff out. They just complained that there was no coffee.
But you see, Hubby had MADE coffee, the coffee maker malfunctioned, but nobody could be bothered to look at it. And nobody could be bothered to take my place and put plates of goodies out so I could look at it. All they could do was complain. And there I was with a knife in my hand taking the heat. And let me tell you, I was pissed.
So afterwards I called the Assassin, a fellow church member who normally understands me and supports me...and she blew me off. I was stunned. I was devastated. I was saddened ( I can't type saddened). But I realize she sees the writing on the wall.
Something has gone dreadfully wrong at our church. It started happening way before we came to our church. The church has a long history of being hard on pastors and being in decline and today was a good example of why. Today was a prime example of all of these people complaining about something that wasn't done, but not lifting a finger to get it done. And the bulletin...it was like a drain pan on an air-conditioner. The bulletin is something that is normally done by a secretary or a volunteer. But Hubby has no secretary and no one has volunteered to help. This week I needed Hubby to cut short his hours to watch E because I had meetings and open-houses at work. Something had to give and he rushed through the bulletins and there were a lot of mistakes. Drips, like in a drain pan, but there is no drain pan to catch them in this case.
There are a very few and select group of people (like the Assassin) who are working really hard...trying to make the church prosper...but are they doing it because they like my Hubby and me, and they want to see us stay? They are spending all of their energy trying to make the church look like it is alive, when a lot of other church members are just attending on Sunday and not lifting a finger to help. Somewhere along the line, I feel as if Hubby and I have BECOME the church. And that's not right.
And I think it might be time for us to set them free.