Saturday Night Church

I'm convinced that Saturday night church is the next best thing since sliced bread. Both of us have seven o'clock classes four days a week. Getting up at 6:30 is a miracle in and of itself because we are both not morning people at all (we prefer the "crack of noon" opposed to the "crack of dawn"). Add to this we work solid on Saturdays and Mondays, so Sunday is our day off from work or school. However, it's not really a day off at all. Church is a half-day experience, the afternoon is consumed with meal planning, preparing a shopping list, Wal-Marting, cleaning what I wasn't able to throughout the rest of the week (which is a lot!), and lets not forget if the Chiefs are playing, Nick is glued all afternoon. I have to admit my attention's usually divided in church. By the time the pastor hits the alter call, I'm making a mental note of my "to-do's" later that afternoon.

"Mental note: don't forget to write Grandma a thank-you."

"Make sure to get that gas bill paid this week."

"Remember to get ginger and two limes for the salmon recipe at Wal-Mart".

Now, I know it's not a good habit, but it just happens. Saturday night church seems to be the cure to this problem. I get off of work at 6:oo. Nick picks me up and we head to the 6:20 service. We're both plenty awake, eager to be there, and are completely focused. I love church. Now I love it more. Whoever thought of Saturday night services, God bless you!