I am a T-Rex

--Incredibly adorable free photo borrowed from I Byte Media.

I am a T-rex.

Somehow in our household, this is what we say when we are tired.

I don't remember how it started. It could be that I get grumpy when I'm tired. And really, who doesn't?

It could be that "I'm tired," sounds a lot like "I'm T-rex" when it's mumbled.

So my husband and I proclaim this to one another when we are totally spent. When we're exhausted. When we are in desperate need of a nap.

One more glorious and beautiful and moving Holy Week has drawn to a close. Services went well. Tears were shed. The cross was draped in black. The tomb was sealed. The choirs sang. A day passed. Then flowers filled the sanctuary. The cross was empty. The tomb was empty. We proclaimed the truth that is above all truths: Jesus is alive! We sang joyful songs. Trumpets played. The whole thing repeated itself for a second service, with a fundraising breakfast in between.

It was wonderful and holy and filled with God's light.

And now, I am a T-rex. A tired, tired T-rex.

I'll be flying off shortly for a week of continuing education at Duke Divinity School. Never has reading a big stack of books sounded so restful.

Until next week, friends. And you ministers and lay leaders out there - take care of your T-rex-y selves!