Our Christmas Eve service was a blessed event, if a little bumpy tonight. At 10:30, I got a call from our organist that she was afraid to drive on the roads out where she lives. Our usual sub is in Atlanta visiting her daughter. So, with 30 minutes' notice, I wound up playing for the service, including the choir. (I am the off-the-bench, third-string, accompanist of last resort.) One of our junior high girls played the prelude and postlude. Her mom, one of our choir members, did the readings and led most of the prayers.
It went okay, but it was more than a little disorienting. I am a person of words, and saying the words, leading the words, tasting the words is important to me. You can't do that when you're busy trying to figure out what you're supposed to play next. Still, the Lord was exalted, the bread was broken, people shared their love with each other. That's a win, no matter what the score is; put it down so in the book.