I love a sunrise service too. I've done more than my share of them. I stopped once we moved here because it just became too early for me to get out to the village. But I loved doing them on the banks of the river with the fresh air and geese flying by. Except I don't like them when they fall on time-change weekend!
We've always had Good Friday services. Of course, we're all off that day so I guess Canadian churches make use of that. In our villages, the three denominations combine and we process from church to church. The other churches helping me with the refugees were doing the same thing in their community with other denominations. Maundy Thursday service was added about 20 years ago. From a theological point of view it is important not to rush from Palm Sunday to Easter without taking a good amount of time to appreciate the Passion throughout Holy Week. The level of hatred, the fear of having power challenged, the subversive person whipping up the crowd, how fickle the people were. Sounds terribly familiar. The story would play out exactly the same way were it to happen again today.
Dh and I have worked on the anthem (which falls at the beginning of the service - since the service really full I suggested we switch our anthem to the time for the musical meditation.) We are doing the Easter version of Hallelujah with just 3 of the verses. It is sound fantastic, way better than I expected since we only have dh strumming on the guitar. Plus we've never sung it as a duet before.
We had dinner and then we went out for a walk so I could get in my steps.
Now for me to clean up the kitchen. I think he's already gone to bed. I had a headache in the afternoon and dinner didn't fix it so I took some pills before the walk and am fine now.
Dd posted a cute video of dgs playing peek-a-boo with his Nonna by shutting the laptop lid while on video call.
She also posted stills from the video we shot at the butterflies. She captured dgs picking up a butterfly so cut it into a mini-drama illustrated in 4 acts.
Act 1: dgs looking at the pretty green butterfly that Nana missed when she freed up his hands to let him stand by the raised garden.
Act 2: Ds picking up the butterfly!
Act 3: Wide eyed startled look (I had called out "oh no!"),
Act 4: Big pout as he is deciding if he should cry and the butterfly sitting on the ledge looking OK. We can only hope it survived the scare. He actually didn't cry which was amazing because I certainly startled him with my reaction.
There were lots of shots of him with butterflies on him so that was good. There were a few shots that captured the idea of how many were flying by at any time.
His rash is getting worse. I haven't talked with her today but will be sure to text her tomorrow at least.
Our senior friend called and chatted a while. Lunch is off but we'll go over for a visit. Her family have decided to all visit her through the day so we aren't needed to spend as much time with her. That's good. I'll be exhausted after leading the music in two services.