Yesterday morning I hit the road at 6:30 to go to a sunrise service at the local state park.
It was 23-freakin'-degrees out, by the way. Cold even by my standards.
The service was in an ampitheatre in the woods at the park, so there was obviously not going to be any opportunity to get any actual sunrise shots. I stayed just a few minutes, shooting the pastor on stage with his microphone, all decked out in his "tobaggan" (stocking cap) and mittens, his wife wrapped in a huge coat, playing the keyboard.
I decided to run back up the road to my own church's sunrise service, held at our sister church. (the Dodge Gr. Caravan really cruises along smoothly at 85 mph)
The sissies had all wimped out and taken their service inside. Moreover, cars were parked in front of the lawn cross, so there was no chance of getting a decent photo of that with the sun coming up behind it.
So I decided to go further up the road to my favorite Lutheran church.
But on the way, I glanced over to the little Baptist Church and lo! There were a dozen hardy souls out in the backyard having a little service. Whipped in there and joined them, shooting away.
Their service ended around 7:15 so, declining their offer of a donut and coffee, I jumped back into Big Greenie and beat it up the highway to the Lutherans.
They were inside as well. By this time I was thoroughly chilled and feeling more charitable about sissies. I stopped in there and shot a few photos of the children doing a project.
Then went to our church in time for the dual-church breakfast. Shot some photos of that crowd and thawed out while rubbing elbows. And teasing the two preachers about being inside while the pentecostals and Baptists were gutting out the cold.
I was home by 8:15. It was a good morning. I got some decent shots I think, which I sent in to the paper. I hope they use some of them. But this is one time when I hardly care. I had a lot of fun, so it was well worth the effort.
2 comments:
Yeah, the Frozen Chosen are in trouble when it's truly cold. They can't stay warm like us Pentecostals. All that movin' around keeps the blood pumping.
Nice that you could hit so many churches. We tried twice to go to church. We looked on the Web site of the church we usually go to in Moline and it said 10:30. We got there just as people were leaving. The usher I spoke to thought it would be a good idea to update their web site. Then we went to the church the kids were baptized in and got there just in time for the 10:45 service. I was a little confused as to why they would be serving communion at the beginning of the service. We looked at the bulletin and noticed that they also started at 9:00! No wonder 200 people turned around and stared at us wondering why we came in for the last 5 minutes of Easter Sunday. Jacob was kind enough to take us through the whole crucifiction and resurrection in the car on the way to dinner.
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