This morning Sam and I braved the snowy roads and went to a church that is right in our neighborhood. I've been meaning to check it out since we bought our house - three years ago!
Sam did very well at first. We quietly looked at books, he watched the pastor, he listened to the choir. We went to the 8:45 traditional service, so we were younger than everyone else by about 50 years. Sam got a lot of smiles from the members of the congregation.
He got a little fussy, so I pulled out the big guns - a bowl of Cheerios. He quieted down right away and started to eat them.
This is where it gets weird - I don't know if he was filled with the Spirit or what - but Sam decided to celebrate his Cheerios. He started to pause before eating each one and raise it over his head and let out one, perfect cry of happiness. Have you ever seen someone find something and rejoice by singing "Aaahh!" as one high, vibrato note? That is what Sam was doing. FOR EVERY CHEERIO. Needless to say, I packed up and we had to leave.
Next week I think I'll bring something he doesn't like so much.
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Hilarious! Hey, no one said you had to be quiet while being moved by the Holy Spirit. =) And... if the congregation was that old it probably barely registered, right?!
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