Our Mission found a new place. Of course, nothing is "turn key" for an "Orthodox space", but in the grand scheme of stuff we have looked at over the past 7 years it wasn't overwhelming. I started the demolition on a Sunday afternoon.
We had to remove a couple walls that opened up 3 spaces into one long space for the sanctuary.
The problem was, the electrical panel was in one of the walls and had to be moved. No matter how we designed around it, it would block too much view of the altar. Fortunately the ceilings of the two rooms were laid out on the same grid and at the same height so I could eventually join the two ceilings together after the center room was removed.
This is our first Sunday communion.
Our congregation seated during the homily of Palm Sunday.
We didn't have an extra icon stand so we put St. John on the Ladder for people to venerate as they entered. He's been around this kind of thing a lot with this group....
This Lazarus Saturday was the 13th anniversary of our reception into the Orthodox Church. It was a good way to spend the day. I've always really enjoyed the "down to the wire" Church buildings I've been involved in over the years. Even Fr. John commented on how exhilarating and amazing it was to see all this come together even in the hour and a half he was there while everyone was doing the finishing touches. As Silouan said, "Instant Church, just add sweat."
Then, I ended up with a "cough" on Sunday night during Bridegroom Matins. I never get sick and my pain threshold is really high, but by Monday night I felt like someone had beaten me with two by fours. I was hoping it was a 24 hour thing, but I've spent the last 4 days in bed and finally went to urgent care today. 3 scrips, rest, plenty of non-alcoholic liquids (but codeine and beer are SO good together and my wife won't let me drive the bulldozer in our bedroom anymore anyway....)
I wish I could say that I at least spent the time I've been sick meditating on the nature of suffering, pain and resurrection of the body or something really "spiritual" but I was too busy coughing, blowing my nose and eating and drinking massive quantities of over the counter drugs to try to get some sleep. I didn't even try to pretend to convince myself I was "suffering with Jesus". I was too miserable to even want to pretend to be enduring anything nobly or quietly. If someone offered to martyr me on the spot I might have taken them up on it Wednesday night. Sigh. Even a quick death can be self serving.
Well. I intended to make good for at least Holy Week but I guess God had other plans. As my friend Joe used to say, "How come every time God works in a mysterious way I get kicked in the ass?"
Maybe it is the fitting end to this Lent.
No matter what, Pascha is tomorrow.