On Friday night, our church threw a red carpet event to honor all of their volunteers. It was a night I looked forward to, not just because it meant certain escape from the insane asylum that I affectionately call home, but because it afforded me a night to spend with some of my very favorite people in the world. (You know, besides the inmates.)
On the way, I swung by my SIL’s house to pick her up. She must have had the same idea that I did, in that she was waiting for me at the very end of her driveway. I may have heard her yell, DON’T EVEN SLOW DOWN, I’LL LEAP IN!
And with that, we burned rubber in only a way that an elderly Toyota Prius can manage.
The church was wonderfully decorated with a biker theme. And what luck, all of my com padres came dressed in black with me. They must have gotten my telepathic memo.
One of the first pit stops that we needed to make was for the requisite photo, while straddling a real Harley. It was determined that I would sit on the thing, since I was wearing pants. The real picture would have been the back view side of me trying to hoist myself up onto that thing while wearing decidedly non-stretchy pants. There are still a few body parts that I own that refuse to cooperate when asked to do something simple. Like walking up stairs. Or straddling a Harley. Okay, or performing a cartwheel. But hope springs eternal.
We were treated to a feast which featured Chick-Fil-A, one of my very favorite indulgences. This also included sweet and kindly Chick-Fil-A employees who responded to “thank you” with “my pleasure”. Honestly, I don’t think you could work there and ever be in a bad mood. I love that company.
The night culminated in some fun games put on by the church staff, and then recognition of all the groups of volunteers that help to make the place run like clockwork. The addition of some wonderful praise music was the perfect capper to a great evening.
I love my church. I love the church staff. And I love the amazing people that volunteer their time to serve in all capacities from door greeters to the weary moms that help in the pre-school. Volunteering is an amazing way to feel connected at your church, and a fabulous way to form life long friendships. I highly recommend it.
If you volunteer at your church, in what area do you serve?