Last week we had communion at my church and I didn’t get to be a server. I’m not sure why not, although I’m pretty sure it was nothing personal. It’s highly unlikely that the person who makes the list up looked at my name and thought “We don’t like her anymore. Ha ha ha.”
Whatever the reason, I didn’t make the servers’ list for that week.
When I got the email news that I had been cut, I was shocked. After all, I’m the Saturday- night-grape-juice/bread-over-on-the-left-side-of-the-sanctuary- girl.