Events at my church invariably involve coffee and tea, or food, or both. On Sunday, there is coffee downstairs before the services, coffee upstairs and downstairs after the service, and lunch downstairs. I am sometimes on duty for these activities. When I am on coffee, I fill the coffee pots, I find the cupboards full of coffee and filters, I find a refrigerator full of milk, and a biscuit tin full of biscuits. Another cupboard is full of cups.
I don't suppose there is a special Housekeeping Færy at church, nor is there an army of mice in the organ, that come out and tidy things up at the bidding of the Woodpecker. No - it is someone's job to do all this, and they do it, and it is done. The likes of me would only notice if the cupboard was bare, and I had to go running to find coffee, or milk. Someone has decided that this task should be done, and either done it themselves, or delegated the responsibility for it to someone who does it.
I doubt if I could name half the jobs that get done in a church. I doubt if anyone in my church even knows who is responsible for each of them. Yet, quietly, and helpfully, people are working away to make sure such things get done. Coffee is in stock, enough welcome leaflets are out, the bins are emptied, biscuits are purchased, leftover service leaflets are cleared from pews, the tea-towels are washed, and communion wine is ordered in for next time.
I am grateful to people that make things happen. I don't want to take them for granted. I don't know who they are, and that is probably as it should be. But, as surely as the minister standing in the pulpit, the organist, the welcomers, and the cooks, they are all part of the work of the church, little organs in a bigger body.
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