The people who come only on Easter and Christmas have retreated to the safety and comfort of sleeping in, bagel breakfasts, slippers and robe, third cups of coffee and several kilos of the Sunday New York Times. Actually, it has its charms. I sometimes wonder what the Christmas and Easter folks make of what we are doing at worship. If you only come twice a year, only at high celebrations, you might think that all we do is sing upbeat songs and hand out flowers. Birth and resurrection are not bad news, of course, but not a full gospel either.
Every church has at least two congregations.
The one meets week after week year round, in season and out. The other gathers semi-annually when the wider culture parallels our celebrations with homage to a North Pole saint and a rabbit. Some folks know to show up for a good time, although we can hardly blame them for that. I hope that the first congregation would get larger and the second smaller. I try not to resent the seasonal folks.