Just get me to the church on time...

On the way to church yesterday morning, we marveled over the fact that, amazingly enough, we were actually going to make it to church on time. We never used to make it anywhere on time, but even though Sunday School was to start at 9:00, and we only actually woke the kids at 7:45, and there was shoe-shining and laundry to do... somehow, there we were, headed to church right when we were supposed to be. We were going to be on time to church for the third week in a row. We're not quite sure how it all works, but ever since we've moved into the bigger house, getting out the door has simply not been a problem.

From the website, we'd gotten the impression that this was something of a mega-church, and the large campus certainly supported that conclusion. Strangely enough, there were only fifty or so cars in the parking lot. Even stranger, they seemed just to be parked there... nobody was getting out. What time was it anyway? In our rush to get out the door, we'd left behind anything capable of telling us the time... but we were pretty sure it was around 5 til 9.

There were people milling around the church, but everybody seemed to be busy doing his own thing. People gave us friendly smiles in passing, but nobody stopped to talk to us, and nobody seemed available to give us directions.

Finally, we found our way to the nursery. It was a very professional setup, with the nursery workers in scrubs, a pager system, and an allergy/special instructions form that was actually a sticker to label the child's back. But there were only one or two kids in there.

We deposited Tembo with the "early walkers to 24 months" class, and then went to go find the three year old class for Nathan and Isaiah.

The room was locked, and nobody responded to my knocking.

I went back and asked the nice grandmotherly woman holding September about the three year old's room. It was empty... was it different this week. She assured me that the teacher probably just hadn't arrived yet.

That's when it all started to make sense.

We looked at the bulletin board on the wall, with all it's information about various church activities.

Services at 9:30 and 11.

NOT 9 and 10:30.


Feeling foolish, we waited around with the twins until the teacher arrived, and then went to go find the adult Sunday School class on Galatians.

There was only one other couple, and the teacher, but we were assured that the others would be arriving soon.

That class always starts 15 minutes late.


Emily (Laundry and Lullabies) said...

It must be nice to be EARLY with small children, for a change!

You know, yesterday we were actually early, too. Although I think that had more to do with the fact that only two of the four of us were trying to get out the door (Thomas and I were feeling under the weather).

Rachel said...

Isn't a bigger place fantastic? We've lived in our current place for nearly 9 months now and I still thank God for my beautiful 1100 square feet every single morning.