Last story about my church-going Easter experience.
The church I went to had a relatively small sanctuary, and it had a low ceiling on all four sides, but the middle was open and expansive. Depending on where you sat, you could feel a bit of overhead confinement, but in reality, it made an 8-10-person choir sound fantastic.
At the end of the service, as we stood after receiving the benediction, the pastor announced that it was tradition to sing the “Hallelujah Chorus” and that everyone was welcome to come up and join the choir–they had extra music available, so don’t be shy!
As people were milling about the sanctuary, grabbing music and trying to find a place to stand among the choir, an elderly gentleman collapsed. Needless to say, instead of the “Hallelujah Chorus,” we stayed put for a few minutes until we were ushered out of the sanctuary and into the Fellowship Hall (or, if you’re a worship-and-duck-out person like me, you got in your car and drove away) while they waited for emergency response people to show up.
It definitely was an awkward moment and one that I wouldn’t care to repeat again. I do hope the man’s OK and that this event wasn’t anything serious. It’s a reminder that even on Easter, life is fragile.