Well since the Pope was here this week (no, not at my house) I got to thinking that maybe I could do with a little "churching". I went to church a few weeks ago for Easter, and by my watch I was good until Christmas Eve - but with all the attention on the papal visit, I figured it wouldn't hurt me to make an appearance in God's house and remind the big guy that I'm around.
There's a great little church not too far from my place that reminds me of a pub that's been turned into a place of worship. They serve coffee before, during and after the service. On those rare occasions when communion is celebrated you can choose to receive an individual serving, or if you don't have a cold you can actually drink wine (grape juice) from a chalice.
I was almost late for church today because Clarence (number 2, the brown one) decided that he was going to crap in my shoe instead of the litter box. Anyway, I arrived at church and got my coffee in my inspirational mug. Today mine said, "God Loves you just like you love your coffee". I laughed because I like my coffee black.
The service today was pretty cool. There was a multimedia thing that was as entertaining as it was creepy - Jesus was a boxer fighting the devil. It was acted out on the stage by the Sunday school kids. This little fat kid was playing the devil and shouted out, "You're dead meat, Jesus, I'm gonna bust you UP tonight!" Then a kid who was playing Jesus said, "Go ahead, make my day!" He squinted when he said it, and I waited for him to say something like "You feeling lucky" but it didn't happen.
After Church I saw Norton and his mom. Norton wouldn't look at me, which reminded me to take a closer look at my lawn when I got home.
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