Yesterday started with the sunrise service. It was a little later than sunrise, 7:00 a.m., but still early. Used to be, ten years or so ago, the church would be full at sunrise service; now we have a handful… or two.
What’s happened? Why have people stopped coming to the sunrise service? Are they less thankful? Do they give the Messiah no thought anymore? Troubles? Worries? Burdened? Perhaps the other churches in the community are having a service as well?
So my day started out good! It was a joyful morning!
My Sunday School children were all bright-eyed and eager to answer questions. The treats I gave out for answering had absolutely nothing to do with their eagerness… I’m fairly certain. But they were a great bunch of kids, and I especially enjoyed them.
The regular service was good, full of music and good words. I got to see several people I haven’t seen in a while. We had gathered up a few people for a choir, and they did an excellent job! My grandgirls ran all over tarnation, as usual. Barefooted. We are true rednecks… at least I had my shoes on.
In the afternoon I continued celebrating the resurrection of Christ with the Little Chapel Church as they danced in the streets of Harrisburg. It was great as well! The church had a big screen set up and showed pictures and videos of the tornado damage and cleanup before they presented the Resurrection Dance. This dance started in Hungary with the Faith Church: 1300 people dancing in the square. Click on the links for information and a video with a sample of the groups all over the world that participated in the dance last year. All those people celebrating the resurrection of Jesus the Christ by dancing to the same music, doing the same dance, in the streets of their communities on Easter Sunday. It’s awesome and moving. I can’t wait to see this year’s video. Next year I am going to be a part of this!
Then the dancing sister and I went to the DQ.
She had a measly diet drink, but being in the celebrating mode, I had an old fashioned strawberry soda. It was beautifully made and tasted as good as it looked.
To top off my lovely day, as I was riding around Harrisburg with Dar, checking out the progress that has been made since the tornado and seeing all the destruction (which makes me so sad), enjoying the lovely spring air with our windows rolled down… I feel something. SMACK! “What the heck?”
Birdpoop! My window was only rolled down about halfway! But somehow that stinking bird managed to poop all over my blue jeans, my sweater, and my brand new purse. All evening I’ve been thinking: “The story of my life: top off a great day by getting crapped on… once again.”
Until… I was looking for bird-pooping pics on the internet and ran across this most interesting article:
Why is it considered good luck if a bird drops poop on you?
- It has to do with the odds of it happening by random chance. Its like 1 in a billion which is almost the same as winning the lottery. So if you are statistically able to get bird poop on you, then you should also be able to win the lottery.
- Somebody came up with the idea that it’s good luck because it’s so disgusting that there must be something good about it.
- I always thought it was because you were lucky that horses couldn’t fly.
- I have always heard that is supposed to be lucky to have it happen. However, it is not the most pleasant experience, and then there’s the cost and effort of cleaning your clothes.
To buy a lottery ticket or not? That is the question for today.
How long does my good luck last? Google research says 2 to 6 years.