News that I missed, courtesy of The Babylon Bee:
ROCKWALL, TX—After a sufficient amount of screaming in the hour before church starts, the Henderson family of four is now reportedly ready to head out the door to go into the house of the Lord.
“We go to church every Sunday. It’s just a restful start to the busy week, y’know?” Mr. Henderson told reporters who had gathered outside his home to inquire about the flurry of 911 calls and police chatter about a noise disturbance or possible murder at the address. “We give God the praise and thanksgiving he is worthy of, and we receive from him the means of grace in the ministry of the Word and the sacraments. I can’t think of a better way to start our week. And we’re ready to go I think!”
He then turned around to address little Susie playing around behind him in the doorway.
“WHERE ARE YOUR SHOES? WHERE ARE THEY?”
“NO, NO, NO. YOU HAD TIME TO DO THAT EARLIER AND NOW WE ARE LATE. NO, YOUR MOM IS STILL IN THE SHOWER! FIND YOUR SHOES!”
Mr. Henderson assured the press everything was normal, but investigative journalists were able to peek inside the home to report that toys were still not picked up, children still were not dressed, Mr. Henderson’s car keys had suddenly gone missing, Mrs. Henderson couldn’t get the makeup smudge off the collar of her coat, little Bobby had spilled milk all over the kitchen table, and little Susie’s shoes were still nowhere to be found.
Go here to read the rest. Ah, brings to mind what my Bride and I refer to, unironically, as our Golden Years, only we had three kids not two. I recall, almost thirty years ago, as we brought our newborn twins home from the hospital, and I set their carriers down, thinking “What happens next?”. Time answered that question, and what a wild ride it was, filled with laughter, tears, triumphs and tragedies! It was a grand adventure and my Bride and I wouldn’t have missed it for the World. When I stand before God for my Particular Judgment, if He asks me if have anything to say before He passes sentence, I will thank Him with every fiber of my being for the great privilege of being a Dad.
Brings back memories. Sundays were especially difficult lasting for 40 years.