Would you believe I fell asleep in church yesterday?
I used to give sermons about people like that!
It was a long day – we were gone for a full twelve hours, after an exhausting weekend.
The day in question was Monday, April 1st, a biblical holy day called the Last Day of Unleavened Bread. By tradition, our church has two services that day, each lasting about 90 minutes.
Normally, it’s just my wife and I who go, but this time we were visiting our daughter, son- in-law, and their four young children, including two twin boys who are only just over 6 months old. We also took our son’s two girls, who are the same age as my daughter’s (6 and 7) who we had brought down with us from home. That’s six children in all – more than we are used to at any one time.
Added to this was the fact that my wife Diane was sick and stayed home.
It was after lunch, during the second service that I dozed off. I awoke after, maybe, twenty minutes, to find my daughter and son-in-law had left the sanctuary with the two little boys and I had been left with the girls – who, at the precise moment of my re-awakening, were not exactly on their best behavior! There was too much movement and way too much noise. Fortunately, we were sitting near the back, so very few people were disturbed.
But I won’t fall asleep again. Well . . . not until the next time. I’m getting old!