I’m half an hour early to church today.
Some would say being early is rude.
Unfortunately I’m genetically predisposed to being early.
I was an hour early Friday for a CT scan of my lungs.
The receptionist was embarrassed for me when she explained my appointment wasn’t until 1:30. The nurse cut her lunch short to squeeze me in early.
That was kind of her.
When I did image processing training for teachers I was told to show up an hour early at the site of the training to head off any surprises, like electrical or computer problems.
The need not have told me.
I’m an early bird anyway.
Maybe it’s because I’m excited to be there?
Maybe it’s because I want to get a head start?
But I find advantages to being there before all others:
– I can take time to write, like now.
– I can take time to meditate and/or pray.
– I can go for a walk, and pick up litter.
– I can sit quietly as others buzz around preparing for the day.
– I can listen to the birds and meet new people.
So, I guess there is really no apology necessary.
If you’re coming to church and see me sitting quietly in the steps, join me,
And we’ll talk,
And I’ll tell you about my new puppy and his first play date last night.
It was exciting.
– Small town boy