Why is it that the family attending church together is such a nightmare? Isn't church supposed to be a time of quiet reflection. Where we worship our Lord and thank Him for our many blessings?
The problem is...my many "blessings" spend the entire hour whining, complaining, speaking at inappropriate volumes, asking to leave to go to the bathroom or get a drink, etc., etc. By the end of the hour (which is, admittedly, sometimes more like an hour and 20 minutes...as my children will readily point out), I am ready to kill someone!!!
Yesterday, however, was different. No, they didn't behave like angels. That would be too much...and would probably signal the end of the world or something. No, they weren't horrible either. They were actually making me laugh. (I know...also inappropriate church behavior, but much better than making me want to lock them in a closet)
The preacher was a young woman from our church who has been a missionary in Paraguay for about 5 years. She was preaching on the power of prayer. She told a story of praying with a woman who had one leg shorter than the other. She told how, while in prayer, the woman's leg straightened and she stood up! A miracle, right?
Well, Mark leaned over and loudly whispered in my ear, "I don't believe it." By the way, we were sitting in the front row! I cracked up! She then even went on to comment that she was sure that some of us were sitting there being skeptical, but that, yes, indeed she had witnessed it and it was a miracle. Proof of the healing power of prayer.
Then came the next question, which I knew would come. "Would that work for my eyes?" I said "Maybe. But you have to believe." And, his answer was,"Well, I don't". Upon further reflection, though, he leaned over and said, "Maybe I'll try it on Kevin first." Little bugger is afraid that since he doesn't believe enough that his prayer might screw up his vision even more. So, he'll test it on Kevin first!!!
Then, at the end of service, Daniel leans over just before the last song, where we all hold hands and unite to go out into the world and share God's word, and says, "We are almost to my favorite part...the leaving!" I lost it. I tried to tell Eric and couldn't even get it out I was laughing so hard. Nice! Here I thought he liked holding hands. Singing an uplifting song. Nope. He just can't wait to get out of there. At 5! His siblings have corrupted him too!
