Our poor Claire got sick twice last night around midnight. I'm fairly certain that it didn't have anything to do with dog food, since I took that video a couple of weeks ago. So, BJ and Dad went to the new church without the girls and me, lest we infect the entire nursery with some stomach bug. That is not the way to make a good first impression.
The church is called St. Andrew's. BJ wondered what Andrew was the saint of. I suggested that perhaps he's the patron saint of not calling (and only a few of our friends will get that... Hi Matt!). I didn't even realize that Methodists had saints, but there you go. (According to wikipedia he was a disciple. I guess even protestants agree that the original disciples get to be saints... He's also the patron saint of Scotland. Huh.)
They liked it. Dad said that it wasn't the best sermon on first Corinthians that he'd ever heard, and I said, "Hey, after 2000 years, I'll bet it's not easy to come up with new material."
Why is it that the traditional service is always at zero dark thirty, and the contemporary (aka. disco) service is always at 10:30 or 11 am? Can't those of us who like traditional music sleep in once in a while? I do not want to go to church and sing songs that I've seen on infomercials. It's. Just. Wrong. It seems to me that, to be fair, they should rotate it weekly, so that the disco people have to get up early every other week.
Now you know why we're still looking for a church, even though I've lived here for 10 years (and BJ's been here 14).
Anyway, I had to get a book out of Dad's room this morning, and I came out and said, "It's going to be a real 'circle of life' moment when I have to tell you to clean your room, isn't it?" He laughed. He's grounded. :)