"VACATION" DIARY: DAY TWO

Resplendent in his military finery, Hunky Husband squired my backslid Baptist backside to the staid church of my childhood. As we approached The (The) First Baptist Church of Sleepy Southern Hometown, the nods of approval and expressions of gratitude caught me completely off guard. My husband, the Rock Star. My teenage fantasies of being Mrs. Eddie VanHalen held nothing to this scene.

Now Diary, you must understand, Hunky Hub is exceedingly quiet and humble. He can kill you with his thumb, but will feel compelled to apologize in advance and pray for your worthless soul as he zips up the body bag. He is quite at home in his uniform and thought nothing of wearing it to worship service. Only Billy Graham himself could have caused the "Passing the Peace"  part of the service to drag on that long.

I was moved to tears as I realized that in that building alone were enough souls for whom sacrificing the life of my husband, the father of my children, would be worth it a thousand times over. The sweet faces of those deeply patriotic, flag flying Americans refreshed my spirit, bruised and battered as it was from life in the Blue Suburbs of The District. As the focus rightfully drifted back to the worship of our risen Lord, I fumbled for the sturdy hymnal of my youth, anxious to sing "Rock of Ages" or perhaps "I'll Fly Away".

Nope. Karaoke for Christ had found my precious country church. And as a giant screen rolled down from the ceiling, I heard my young son murmur, "Cool. God in Hi-Def."

I know you're right, Diary. Traditions have to start sometime.

Comments

[Sniper One]

OMG! "Karaoke for Christ"... I am so laughing my fool head off.

I can so see my 12 year old saying that "God in High Def" line. Too funny...