I admit that my church attendance has been less than satisfactory, according to my mother’s standards. Growing up, I attended Sunday school and church every Sunday, as did my entire family, but for quite some time, I have not made an honest attempt to be a regular church goer. This has bothered me enough that I decided to seek out a local church to see what I have been missing.
I chose a church where I knew there would be friends and acquaintances in attendance. Upon entering the church I was given a church bulletin titled, “Holy Hilarity”. For the next hour, I enjoyed hearing tales from the Bible in a most humorous way. The pastor and her assistant had worked hard on the presentation and were rewarded many times with laughter and applause. Fifty years ago, this type of service probably would not have been that well received.
There were songs during the service that were fun to sing along to. Songs like, “If You’re Happy and You Know It!” and “All God’s Critters Got a Place in the Choir”. These songs were fun to sing; as a result, everyone felt happier than they did maybe an hour earlier. Toward the end of the service, we all sang “I Got the Joy, Joy, Joy, Down in My Heart”. We used to sing this in Sunday School sixty-five years ago. It brought back some great memories, and I left church that morning feeling better. I guess that that is the way one is supposed to feel after attending a church service.
Going out to a movie is not an activity I do when I get Out and About. There just aren’t that many movies out there that interest me. I’m not much into watching super heroes and other animated features on the movie screen. Every so often a movie comes out that catches my eye, but by the time we decide to go out to the cinema, that particular movie has moved on, so we end up waiting until it comes on TV. I prefer some of the older movies, and I’m sorry, but war movies and westerns are among my favorites. “Dances with Wolves” is one of those I enjoy watching. I’ve often wondered if they are really speaking a Native American language or if they are just making some of that up. Graham Greene is impressive as the medicine man. He was also very good in “The Green Mile”. I can watch these older movies over and over, and this sometimes upsets my wife. She swears that I’ve seen one particular movie 8000 times. I think she might be off just a little. I mention this only because I’m curious in knowing how many of you readers have experienced these same things.
This is the time of the year when golf occupies the airwaves on CBS every Sunday afternoon. I tried playing the game years ago, but I gave it up when I found out that I was not going to get any better by playing just twice a year. I still enjoy watching the various tournaments, and I’m pretty sure I’m among the minority who enjoy watching the game. I’m impressed with the patience that the golf pros possess when they are down several strokes from the leader. I sometimes wonder if Bubba Watson’s wife ever complains when he says that he’s on his way to go play a round at a local course.
Who are “they”? The “they” I mean are the ones who state what is right and proper for the rest of us. At one time, “they” said eggs were not good for us. Now “they” say that eggs are good for us. At one time “they” said that butter was bad for our health. Now “they” say that margarine is bad and butter is better. “They” have an opinion on everything. “They” tell us what clothes look good on us and what behavior is acceptable. So, tell me, please, who are “they”? I’d like to be one of “them”, because then I would know everything and everyone would want to know what I thought was the right thing to do.
Why do toasters always have a setting that burns the toast to a horrible crisp that no one would eat?
Maine is the only state whose name is just one syllable.
Finally, here’s something you’ll want to share with those closest to you. Our eyes are always the same size from birth, but our noses and ears never stop growing.
See you Out and About!
Submitted by Norm Stutesman