I was talking to my mom on Saturday and she said that we as a family should start going to church. She said it would be a good thing to do and it would be good for my nephew to attend church. After much thinking I told her that I would go and at least try it. I did warn her that it’s been so long since I’ve been to church so I could not be responsible if the church caved in on us as soon as I walked in. she just looked at me like I was crazy - for some strange reason, a lot of people look at me that way.

The next morning I woke up early - to be honest it wasn’t so I could get ready for church. I woke up early because a co-worker had let me borrow season one of Supernatural and I was anxious to get back to it. I had never seen an episode of it and have to admit that I thought it was great - really addicting. I was up until 5:00 am watching it and then up at 7:00am ready to watch more.

I watched a couple more episodes and then took a shower and got ready for church. My mom hasn’t been to church in as long a time as I have so it was something pretty new to both of us. I looked over at her and asked her if she was nervous about going to church. She told me she wasn’t nervous. I asked her if she was scared. For the second time this weekend my mom looked at me like I was crazy. She asked me why she should be scared of going to church. I told her that it could be a trap and God was gathering us up in one central location so he could smite us all with one swift move. She didn’t say anything, but gave me the “Son, you know I love you, but I really do believe you’ve lost it now” look.

We arrived at the church and were surprised to see the parking lot was full. Neither of us knew when the service started or anything else about it. There was a van parked outside that had the number of the church on it so my mom called it. There wasn’t an answer.

My mom looked at me and said, “well, it looks like it’s already started maybe we should just go eat something.”

I was all for that idea, but at the same time knew that going to church was something my mom really wanted to do so, I told her “No, we just go inside and see what’s happening, besides I didn’t take a shower on a Sunday for nothin’”

We parked and walked in through a backdoor. The door led to a kitchen where a lady was cooking something that smelled really great. I guess that no matter what you cook, it’s going to be great if it’s cooked in the Lord’s house. My mom asked her what the time the service started and if we could go in through that door. The lady told us that they were in bible study class and that the actual service started in about twenty minutes. At this time I was a little upset at myself for not taking my mom up on her offer to just go eat.

As we walked down the hall the lady directed us to my mom said, “I wonder what she was cooking, it smelled really good.”

“I don’t know, it must be heavenly food.”

My mom didn’t even look at me that time, she just kept walking as if I hadn’t said anything. We found seats toward the back and sat down quietly to listen to the rest of the bible study discussion.

As we were sitting there I started to get a headache, I’m thinking it was because of the incenses and not because I was in church. I rubbed my temples and told my mom, “I’m getting a headache.”

She looked at me and said, “it must be the horns trying to come out.”