The idea of going to
church usually makes me groan but once I am there I rather like
it......well except for the music. For years I get irritated when the
music starts. I found the solution, and it works well; I don't even
go into the sanctuary until the singing is over – it is awesome. Of
course that might have something to do with my grandson keeping me
company while we hang out in the foyer. Once I started getting
grandpa duty during church I told him, “Don't worry Benjamin,
Grandpa will not take you into the service until that devil music is
over. Your young ears are way to tender for such noise.” Sometimes
I worry that I am just being negative about the music. Last week the
scripture. “make a joyful noise unto the Lord” came to mind and I
wondered. Hmmmm....what if the music I'm hating God actually
likes...that kinda puts me in a bad spot. So now I just try to
increase my denial that the music is even happening by not thinking
about it. Us men can do such things so I have been told. Heck, if God
gave me that ability who am I not to use it? That's logical
right?
That aside, the last
two weeks I am wondering if maybe I am being a bad influence on my
grandson. I know what you are thinking, 'only the last two weeks?'
Stop those kind of thoughts right now....I am a good grandpa. Back to
my conundrum, you see for the second week in a row while I am holding
little Benjamin – right in the middle of the sermon, when my eye
lids might be drooping just a bit, Benjamin goes to sleep. Now I am
his grandpa, far be it from me to deny him what he wants. And, I know
this is not about me (Hah!) but I get the best feeling all over when
that little guy snugs into my shoulder and falls asleep.
Well, that's all I
got. My whole reason for writing anything at all was so I had an
excuse to post a couple of pictures of my grandson.
