We’d woken up feeling great. The morning sun shined through the window onto the breakfast table and as we ate we agreed that this was a Sunday that couldn’t be beat: we were up early, we were rested, and we were ready for church without any rushing out the door whatsoever. In a word, we were chipper.
Then the phone rang.
“Tim, it’s Donna.” Donna was our church’s secretary. “Are you and Liz all right?”
I looked at Liz. That would be my wife.
“Sure. What’s up?”
“You two are supposed to prepare communion this morning.”
My hand covered the phone. “We’re supposed to do the communion plates this morning.”
“Tell Donna we’ll be there soon.”
I told Donna.
She said, “Church starts in 15 minutes.”
I looked at the clock and shook my head. “It’s over an hour until church.”
“We set the clocks ahead last night, Tim.”
I had my hand over the phone again. “It’s daylight savings time today.”
“Tell Donna we’re leaving now.”
We got to church and a couple of people had jumped in to get the plates ready. Which meant we could go in and not be too late for the service that had already started.
I don’t remember being asked to prepare communion again.