God points

I talk to my parents every Sunday. I was talking to my daddy just now and he asked me, tongue firmly placed in cheek, if I'd been to church this morning. I told him no, but I did go to a funeral at a church on Friday, so that should count for something.

He replied, "You know, I went to a funeral at a church just last week."

We agreed that we're probably in good shape.

My mom got back on the line and I told her that I'd remembered how to recite the Apostle's Creed without looking at the words. The praising of Jesus ensued.

I didn't have the heart to tell either of them that hearing "thy rod and thy staff comfort me" made my inner 14-year-old boy snicker.