The field misses a blessing.

It's Sunday morning and the field is getting ready for church (That laughing I hear better be in my head). One of the field's friends and his wife knows that the field is not a believer, so they invited the field to fellowship with them at their church, a rather large black Baptist congregation here in Philly. They boasted to the field about how dynamic their pastor is, and how he really knows how to "preach from the pulpit." (Come to church with us field, it's the best blessing you will ever receive).

They called the field last night to remind him, gave him directions to the church, and told him that they will save a spot in the pews right next to their family. They want the field to get there about 11:00, and participate in Sunday School if he can.

So the field is getting ready now. Suit, check. Shirt, check. Tie, check. The field has a bible a really nice one (leather bound the whole nine. The field's daddy, after all, was a preacher), gotta take that too. Can't go to church without a bible. That would be like going to a play without the program. Money, check. You need money to go to church. I figure three offerings of at least five dollars a pop. Fifteen dollars for the offering plate ought to be good.

The field looks out the window and there is a little snow on the ground...hmmmm, that's not good for my church friends. The field likes to sleep in when it snows on a weekend. But this sweet family made the field promise that he would join them in church. Now the field is trying to remember if he did actually promise or if he said he "would try to make it." Either way, it's getting harder and harder for the field to picture himself sitting through the good pastor's sermon this morning. It's always hard for the field to get up for a Sunday service in the first place. The field grew up Seventh Day Adventist, and always went to church on Saturday. Something about that verse in the book of Exodus: Remember the sabbath day to keep it holy. Six days shalt thou labor and do all thy work, but the seventh day is the sabbath..the day of the lord thy god....wherefore the lord blessed the seventh day and hallowed it" The last time I checked, the seventh day was Saturday and not Sunday. But field you are going to church with some friends, no one is asking you to convert. Yeah but the field has to find a way to rationalize not going, because right about now it's looking like a no go.

The field's phone is ringing; it's the wife of the family reminding the field of their church date. The field promises that he will try to make it. The field lies and tells her that something really important came up, and he might not be able to make it. There is a pause... she tells the field that he should try to make it, but if he doesn't, they will understand. She pauses again, and then she tells the field that he should really try to make it the next time if he can't come today. The field tells her that he will. The field tells her to pray for him, and she says they will.

After this post the field is heading back to bed. The field feels a little bad about lying to the nice church lady, but hopefully when they pray for the field all will be forgiven.

Thank goodness everyone doesn't read blogs.