New Church

My friend from work asked me to go with her to a new church on Sunday. The one she originally wanted to go to started at 9:00, but she found another one on the internet that started at 10:45. She decided we would go to that one instead. Of course this suited me fine. The more sleep, the better. Sunday morning we set forth in her new vehicle which I was admiring on the way. When we drove in, I thought it rather odd that there were no other vehicles arriving at such an obviously large church. Normally, these mega-churches with their two services are a madhouse at the change-over between services. The parking lot was very full, but we found a spot at the far corner and went inside. Once again, I got a funny vibe since there were only a few people lingering in the foyer, and they were young fathers with their toddlers at that. But we dutifully waited for the first service to end since we could hear the pastor over the sound system. Finally, I asked my friend if she was sure the service started at 10:45 because it was already 11:00. So she went over to a lady who had just come out with her young grandson and asked her. It turned out that the Christmas and New Years services were both at 10:00 with Sunday School eliminated. In addition to this change, they no longer had two services and the remaining service started at 9:00. So much for the new church that never happened.

On our way out the drive, we noticed the sign which we hadn't read coming in. In big bold letters it said, "Christmas and New Years services begin at 10:00. Yes, we felt a little thick in the head. But we decided we did get one bonus--we beat all the "after church crowds" to go eat. We were eating by 11:30 and pretty much had the place to ourselves.

Sunday afternoon I went to meet up with L just before she left for KY. She had brought her baby to be with his daddy for the weekend. He looks like a little angel. Unfortunately, he was sick. She seems to be doing well back in KY, but she still wants to come back to Chattanooga.

Sunday evening another friend from work came over for the evening. We painted ceramics for several hours and then we watched a movie while munching on munchies. It was a musical called Seven Wives for Seven Brothers. It was a very enjoyable evening and probably my last free Sunday until May.