I work three jobs. I work three jobs because I have to not because I'm addicted to working. Because I work so much, I only have one day off a week - Sunday. On my day off, I like to sleep in, then get up and dawdle as I get ready for church. It's my little way of rejuvenating after a long work week. Church starts promptly at 10:30 am. I usually stroll in about.....well, let's put it this way, if my salvation depended upon me getting to church on time every Sunday, I would have been banished to hell a long time ago.
Next week, our service time is being moved up to 10:00am. While making this announcement, my pastor takes the opportunity to admonish The Punctually Challenged Club, of which I and my companion sitting next to me are charter members. He lovingly yet firmly explains that habitual tardiness to church is an indication of your attitude towards God and is inconsiderate of those around you - two points I will not argue.
The pastor's lateness rebuke started at 11:50am. My friend and I (the two tardy culprits inciting the rebuke) had agreed to leave church early to go to a basketball game downtown that started at 1pm. If we leave now, it looks like we were angry with his admonition and decided to storm out of the church in protest (an inaccurate, albeit comical, perception), so I make her sit there for 5 more minutes until he moved on to another topic.
Our pastor is a good man. He is the shepherd of the flock, a position I respect. If lateness to church is his pet peeve then I will honor his wishes by either being on time or by staying home on days I am feeling sluggish.
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