Preaching to the choir

Church is always a joyous event for us.  An Episcopal service with weekly communion can get pretty long for children, but I really don’t worry about the girls.  Our church family knows my girls and Mel, for that matter, and understands us.  (Or so I hope.)  Sometimes, we get the giggles, usually, because of Mary Clare.  Today, however, McCanless and I didn’t have Mary Clare to blame.  It was early in the service and she was still in the nursery.  McCanless decided to stay with me instead of going to children’s chapel; so it was just the two of us there in our usual pew, right in front, right under Father Michael.  We were reading the program and I was having her follow along with the words as I pointed to each one.  We sang, “Holy, Holy, Holy Lord, God of power and might…”  McCanless began to belt out giggles.  Loud, contagious giggles. She couldn’t help herself.  It truly was one of those non-stop, involuntary laughs.  As I whispered and questioned her, she said, “I know it isn’t right, but we just said that Jesus has holes.”

I just couldn’t help myself as I, too, began to laugh and I just so happened to notice a few choir members laughing along with us.

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