Getting Ready

It's family service tomorrow and I am agonising how to make the thing more celebratory. I find myself stressing like the host for a party... but what host would decide before hand what we were going to talk about?
The celtic types at Iona have a lovely bit of liturgy for communion that has pinged me back into place:

He was always the guest.

In the homes of Peter and Jairus, Martha and Mary,

Joanna and Susanna, he was always the guest.

At the meal tables of the wealthy

where he pled the case of the poor, he was always the guest.

Upsetting polite company, befriending isolated people,

welcoming the stranger, he was always the guest.

But here, at this table, he is the host.

Those who wish to serve him must first be served by him,

those who want to follow him must first be fed by him,

So I guess I am not the host at this particular New Year party, merely a steward...

where did I put the party poppers?