Yesterday our church service was beautiful. It really was. The choir, bell choir and a group of local musicians performed a bluegrass mass. It was unusual and amazing. We are very lucky to live in small college town with truly talented musicians performing at our church every Sunday. But this was incredible even for them. At one point during the bells' section, my heart literally moved with the music.
But... it wasn't what I wanted to hear. I wanted a sermon. I wanted to hear my minister give his thoughts on Palm Sunday on April Fool's day. It can't happen very often. Both days are simply made up days, we all know that. The calendar is our way of trying to organize God's time. But it seems strangely appropriate to me.
When I taught in North Carolina, a student told me "fool" was the worst thing you could call a person and his grandma would "get after me" for saying it. But we are fools, aren't we? So often we think we are in charge of our lives, but we're not. Even those who don't believe, have to admit, we are not really in charge of our destiny. We make choices and pick paths, but powers outside of our control can turn everything on its head.
