I didn’t know that today was Mother’s Day.
So, earlier this week I invited a few friends for a little lunch of soup, buttermilk biscuits, and apple pie a la mode (with coffee, of course) after church. I am pleased that they all agreed to come because, apparently, here in Norway, they celebrate Mother’s Day on the second Sunday of February and Father’s Day on the second Sunday of November. And, as my friend, Zivile, tells me, in Lithuania they celebrate their mothers and fathers on the same days as we do in America, in May and June. Who knew?
Planning for this little lunch took a bit of preparation: we needed to borrow two chairs for the table. We needed to borrow a pie plate (well, okay, it’s a quiche dish) for the apple pie. We needed to create a large enough coffee table by placing two small, square tables together. And I needed to iron a tablecloth. Which rarely, if ever, happens. To make a long story short, it went off without a hitch, and everyone seemed to enjoy themselves. I think the biscuits and apple pie were a hit. Paul had actually thought to serve fruit separately because he said that’s the way the Norwegians do it, but I said that we are having an American meal and I serve fruit all mixed together. 🙂
Also, maybe because today was a special day or maybe just because, there was a time of visiting and coffee with sweets after the church service. That’s the way they plan this type of thing: someone just sets the tables and brings the sweets, and, voila!, they have an event. And the whole church stayed to visit. The WHOLE church. I think we could incorporate this type of casual visit time in our church–wait, we do! 🙂
One last thing, today’s service was done a little differently than usual: instead of a sermon preached, they invited whomever wanted to come up to the microphone and give a testimony (they specifically said it could be in English or Norwegian). Men and women came up one by one and spoke, read Scripture, recited hymn lyrics, requested a hymn to be sung, or sang/played the guitar. It was wonderful. Afterwards, the closing prayer was prayed by several from the congregation: in Norwegian, English, and Ukranian. The closing song was the Norwegian version of “There’s Something About That Name”:
“Jesus, Jesus, Jesus,
There’s just something about that name.
Master, Savior, Jesus
Like the fragrance after the rain.
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus,
Let all Heaven and Earth proclaim,
Kings and kingdoms shall all pass away,
But there’s something about that name.”
Happy Mother’s Day.