|It's 'take a friend to Church' day!|
We are a church-attending family.
Always have been.
We love it.
The quiet, peaceful feeling that comes from stepping into the Lord's house.
There is only one problem.
One is expected to keep that quiet, peaceful feeling by being . . . quiet.
Maybe you haven't noticed, but our family isn't very often quiet.
So, going from loud and noisy to . . . less loud and noisy takes effort.
Something my Mom had 'in spades'. (A gambling term for 'a lot of'.)
Not that I've ever gambled.
Ahem . . .
She would tote a huge bag of books and things quiet to church every week in a bid to effect reverent behaviour.
For a time.
Then we outgrew her books and toys and games.
I know. I know.
That's about the time we should have been able to sit and listen without visual aids.
Instead, our teen-aged selves resorted to more grown-up ways of entertaining ourselves.
And remember – electronic diversion existed only in the mind of Gene Roddenberry at this time.
We had pens.
We had paper.
We drew pictures.
But not just any pictures.
Pictures designed specifically to make whichever sibling was sitting next to us, laugh.
And get glared at and shushed by Mom.
It was a fun game.
My next older brother, George, was the best at it.
He could quickly sketch the weirdest people or animals or machines.
Then supply them with the best captions.
His was a rare form of genius.
I will call it spiritualavoidance supersonicus.
Or SAS for short.
He could have taught classes.
There is a codicil:
My Husby always had his pockets full of strange and wondrous treasures specifically designed to keep our youngsters quiet during our hour-long Church service.
I often marvelled at his ingenuity.
His little figures and toys kept all six of them entertained right up until the time that they moved out and into their own lives.
But shortly after the youngest left, I realized that Grant's toys weren't specifically to entertain his kids.
And having somethings 'in spades'?
That would apply here as well.
Grant still had his pockets full of animals.
I wondered why.
I didn't wonder for long.
I lead the music.
Several times during the service, I have to make the short trip to the front of the chapel.
While he remains sitting on our bench.
Second back, directly in front of me.
That's when his little friends come out to play.
Solely for my benefit.
I'm at the front, waving my arm and trying to act dignified and serious.
He's on our bench, making his little friends dance and sing to the music.
I should mention, here, that his favourites are the little animal heads on a stick, whose mouths open and close by working a trigger system.
And those little suckers can sing!
To make me smile.
Where's my Mom when I need her?