One of my Facebook friends who is a minister seems to be having today's worship service at a park, where there will be the annual picnic along with the blessing of the backpacks. I like that approach too.
My church has a huge space in the back of the church, so we've had a cookout there once or twice, often in conjunction with the close of Vacation Bible School.
And now I'm remembering late August days at my grandmother's church long ago. There was one Sunday where they'd have church and then everyone would get in cars to spend Sunday afternoon at Lutheridge. That church camp was over an hour away, so modern me is astonished that people would come to church and then make the drive to Lutheridge. Of course, there was a wonderful potluck picnic at the end of the drive and time in the mountains and fellowship. Still, it tells me what a different time it was.
And now I'm suddenly craving deviled eggs and a variety of pasta salads. I'll never crave those odd mixes of gelatin and add-ins--blhh. But the dessert table--ah, yes, I'd love a good dessert table today after church.
Instead, I'll count the money after church. It won't be nearly as much fun/fulfilling as a trip to the mountains with a picnic, but it's an essential task that few can'will do in my congregation.