What Hail's Got (page 11)

I have never heard of anyone doing such a thing. There are ideas, movements, advancements made in life that make you say, "Wow, I wish I thought of that." This is one of those times.  Sure, I've sat through church services, been moved by the music, taught by the message, and been like, "This cannot end" during the prayer time.  

And so I've thought about ways of extending the two hour worship service.  

But alas - "gosh darnit'," "gee willikers," "freakin'-A" - all of my ideas seemed to come down to the one single fact of us living busy lives unable to even give up two hours of our time on a day off to give to the Lord.  Other than that, most of the time we are rushing out of church before the pastor has even finished the closing prayer.  

"Why can't church be longer?"  I've always questioned.  It's not only the question of me and why don't I enable myself to stay longer, but it's the community question: "Why don't we all stay a little longer?  Why don't we all make more time for God together?"

It's always bugged me.  And I'm not some oober-super (to be repetitive) - spiritual-Christ-like Christian. I've just always wanted to spend more time with God.

"Well, that's not me friend," you say.  Truth.  And I understand we're all built differently.  And I understand it's one of two days off for you.  You probably have errands to run and chores to do around the house.  Look, I have the greatest father I could have ever asked for.  And guess what...he's a workaholic.  Listen: he's the epitome of the "Provider."  If something needs to be done around the house, he sees it, does it, and never complains even if it's after two hours of commuting from an eight-hour day of work.  

Most of the time I shy away from cleaning up after the cats defecated on the bathroom floor since Tiger is probably too fat now to climb into the litter box. So I leave it.  Come home from work.  It's gone. Deduction: my dad cleaned it up even on his day off. I know it's a silly little poop story.  It's merely the tiniest of chores and things that need to be done.  But he even cleans up all that.  

Props pops, props.  You are truly the cat-whisperer.  

But come on, I see where you - the reader, the Christian responding to this blog, the guy who always leaves in the middle of the final prayer because you've got important afternoon lunch dates you must attend to -I see where you're coming from when you have those other things to do on a Sunday.  If you're that person then stick away from the 17th chapter of Jeremiah.  

(Yeah, that's just mean; sorry.)  

But seriously, I'd tear that page of the Bible out if you don't keep the Sabbath.  

(Sorry again, that was really cruel.  Blame it on a pissy mood.  Blame it on a blunt character. Write it off if you want.  But seriously, don't read it.  Stay doing what you're doing.  Trust me. Christian ignorance. Right?  Anyway.) 

But man, this is God we're talking about.  This is the One who bends over backwards to be with you. This is our treasure.  The kingdom of heaven.  This is what we need to hide back in that field so it is safe and not stolen while we figure out how to joyously sell all we have so we can buy that field securing our possession of that treasure for all of forever.