Sunday, April 4, 2010

Even the Stinky are Loved

The five of us took up one pew, with the parents strategically placed amongst the children.

Eldest, Me, Youngest, Pete, Daughter.

The Easter Sunday service droned on and on, as services tend to do when you're a kid, and as Easter services in particular do. It's crowded with visitors and the annual (or semi-annual) pilgrims. You know the ones, right? The ones who come on Easter or just Easter and Christmas because something in their psyches ping them, luring them with the promise of all-is-forgiven-on-this-holy-of-holy-days.

Those of us who attend a bit more frequently look haughtily at them and marvel at their inability to show up on time just one time a year.

And then we shake ourselves and say, "Duuuuuude! You're in church. Behave yourself!"

Soon enough, it is time for the prayers for the people. And after we pray for the church hierarchy and the politicians and the foreign entities and those who mean us harm and those whom we mean harm, we pray for the ones parishioners write out and hand over to the ushers.

You would laugh aloud, too, wouldn't you? If the prayers for the people included those departed, such as

Grandpa Stinky.

You would laugh. And your 13-year-old son would be horrified and appalled at your lack of decorum, particularly as tears streamed down your cheeks from doing your absolute damnedest darnedest not to laugh.

Happy Easter. Praise be to God. Thank you for sending us Jesus. And Grandpa Stinky.

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Tara R. said...

Grandpa Stinky? That is priceless... I would have laughed too, maybe even snorted out loud.

Maggie May said...

especially for Grandpa Stinky ;)

mayberry said...

Aww, Grandpa Stinky! I love it.

Our priest starts Christmas and Easter services early if the church is full. And he issues a warning the week before. So only the regulars hear it. SNEAKY!

Jocelyn said...

That reminds me of some Prairie Home Companion dedications...


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