The parson began the worship service. He paused as he walked to the pulpit because, lo and behold, sitting on the third pew from the front on the left side, sat his son.
The service went well. People sang with gusto. The children seemed to delight in the children’s message. No one talked during the Prelude which was designated on the screen as “A Time of Silent, Prayerful, Preparation.”
Following the service, the parson’s son was standing near him as some folks exited the sanctuary. Among them was a three-year-old (“But I’m almost four.”) young lady. She embraced the parson’s leg, looked up at him and exclaimed, “See you soon, God.”
After the church was locked up and the parson had taken care of all the details, he and his son walked toward their cars. “Dad,” said the son, “did that child call you ‘God’?”
“She did,” said the parson. “And I want you and your siblings to know that from now on if you tick me off I’m going to change your wine into water.”
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