Forget the underground church... the upstairs church is the wave of the future. This afternoon Ethan and Carolyn were telling me a little about the 'church' they had started for the younger kids. They were meeting upstairs and even had a little chorusbook of six songs.
There was some little concern expressed, on this knowledge becoming public at the supper table, especially over the smail detail of Carolyn standing in as 'pastor'.
"WHAT!! You've got a WOMAN PASTOR!"
"She's not a pastor, she's a Bible-story teacher!" (indignantly)
"So, Carolyn, what doctrine are you preaching - Catholic?"
Perhaps not so little concern. In order to avoid further heresy, Jason stepped in as interim pastor for the evening. I was cleaning up the supper dishes and was unable to attend, but I heard some very lusty singing, with a harmonica used as a pitch pipe, and a rather long silence.
"Jason preached a really good sermon. Really good," Melinda informed me, as the new flock clumped its way downstairs.
Well, they should be all warmed up for family devotions tonight. Goodnight, folks, some little parishioners need to head towards bed.
2 comments:
haha. that's really cute. :-). it sounds like you're having a really good time at home. oh, and i saw the article on your family in the alumni magazine. you are now on my bulletin board!
--LWells
Thanks, Laura. :)
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