The Preachers Wife

For whatever reason, I find myself laughing at the most inopportune times. Last night, hubby and I went across the county to attend an ordination ceremony for a pastor friend of ours. When we got there, I thought someone was getting saved because everyone was gathered around one person. Soon I found out that the poor gentleman that was surrounded had gone into a diabetic coma due to high blood sugar. The paramedics were called but thankfully so were the volunteer fire departments. They arrived first and got him awake somehow. I kid you not, it took the ambulance 35 minutes to arrive. It’s a good thing that he wasn’t having a heart attack because he would have died.

Service was supposed to start at 6PM however, due to the circumstances, it started 6:30′ish. Finally we were underway and my pastor (he also went for the ordination to officiate) preached a good message and we all went and prayed for the couple and their children. Then, the deacons wanted to speak. During all of this the little ones of the church were becoming restless, we were running on 8PM and low blood sugar. A little girl in front of me was wanting to play with her mom’s cell phone. Mom shook her head no. And, no joke, right as the deacon starts to cry about something (to be honest I was enthralled with the battle in front of me) the momma grabs the cell phone out of the little girl’s hands and said “I said no.” The little one looks up and said “Well, that’s not very nice.” What did I do? The spit, lips flapping, trying to be quiet laugh. Yea, none to lady-like and certainly at the wrong moment.

Oh well, I needed comedy relief. After 2.5 hours of the uncomfortable pews, runny nose, cough, headache, shoes that were far too uncomfortable, and not to mention noisy teenagers behind us, you might laugh too. I settled back in and decided I needed to pay attention to the person behind the pulpit. Then I decided I might have ADD.