Party Time ?

My wife, the reader, told me that we were going to Christmas Eve mass, the children’s mass, the Christmas Eve Pageant extravaganza. So I wrangled my grandson into his “Sunday best” and we marched down to the front seats reserved for readers and such. I knew immediately I was in trouble when the family in front of me was talking and passing a small child from person to person trying to satisfy its need for attention or shower the kid with some undeserved affection. Of course that was not nearly as distracting as the family behind me who let their kid kick the back of my pew during the entire service. Or the man across the isle who irreverently chewed gum non-stop and then there was all that picture taking and the annoying flash bulbs going off. Not to mention all that crying and whining.

Oh! Wait a minute. I guess that would be me.

Forgive me Lord for being so judgmental.
Forgive me Lord for having so little patience.
And
Thank you, Lord Jesus, for allowing me to attend Your birthday party with all the other whinny kids.

Amen.

1/4/2008