-- Johnny Cash, Sunday Morning Comin' Down
Look at this, it's Sunday morning and I'm watching NFL.
So this is what it feels like to be a heathen, or the member of an emergent church that meets Tuesday afternoons at 3:45 pm. And I know, for some of you those are one and the same...
Today is my last Sunday off this year, and on our Sundays off Lauralea and I usually walk up to the little Anglican church up the street for their service.
But this morning I awoke to the sound of the boys coming up the stairs. In my haze I thought it was Saturday, then I jolted awake because they were getting their coats on and heading out the door.
And in a moment I realized A. It was indeed Sunday, B. we forgot to turn on the alarm clock, C. There was no way I was going to be able to get to church in the next ten minutes, D. Would this make me a bad person. (Well, I only thought that for a sec, and it was more like would the boys think I was a bad person if they went to church while I was in bed...) and E. THE BOYS GOT THEMSELVES UP AND ARE OFF TO CHURCH WITHOUT OUR ENCOURAGEMENT???
So I got up and showered and got ready for the day, and now I'm writing this and chatting with Johanna and watching Sunday NFL Countdown.
I could quickly learn to like this.
But then again, I've been the guy who can worship God at most times of the day or night. Not just Sunday mornings at 10 am.