Bedside Service

Sometimes Sunday mornings come a little bit quicker than expected. Its not that we were clinging to Saturday night and stayed up too late, but more a classic case of one of those making-excuses-or-maybe-mom-will-forget-me-and-not-notice-that-I'm-still-sleeping-and-go-to-church-without-me Sundays. We stayed in bed and watched old Buster Keaton shorts on youtube and then had breakfast shortly before falling back asleep again. When we finally got up, we figured we should probably hit the night service at one of our "back-up churches." This term is not to diminish the quality of these churches, but I think everyone should have a good backup when you sleep in late or maybe there is a guest speaker from the children's puppet team mission to Deleware. Today we went to the service where we always feel hot. I'm not sure if they have an a/c issue or maybe the Holy Spirit is just giving us a gentle reminder of what is to come if we keep missing Sunday mornings. While the service was nice, although a tad more traditional than I tend to prefer, I couldn't help but be thoroughly impressed by their sense of humor. About a third of the way through the service I whispered to Rebecca, "Honey, why is that woman (probably in her later 40s to early 50s) wearing a large white t-shirt with a screen printed picture of Usher (the famous R&B singer) on it? Rebecca paused and with a smile on her face said, "I think its because..well..shes their usher."...so impressed..so very impressed.