This morning I arrived at church with my lovely wife, sat in my office writing out the morning announcements, gathering my thoughts and eventually walked toward the sanctuary for our 9:15 service at approximately 8:50AM.
As I walked, I was stopped by numerous folks for the traditional “hellos”, “good mornings”, and the like.
It was when I arrived at the sanctuary door that I was stopped by two men, both named Bill and they quietly informed me of a little problem I was having.
They “jokingly” told me I had a big rip in the back of my pants.
I laughed.
They did not.
I reached around only to find that they were not joking.
the pants – post rippage
I quickly ran to my office and then out the door to my Neon for a faster-than-normal trip back to the house to put on a different “non-holy” pair of pants.
Obviously I was in a hurry. I quickly changed when I arrived home and jumped back in the car for the second trip to church in less than an hour.
Of course the train HAD TO be crossing my route!
I was a nervous wreck but eventually made it back to church with 2-minutes to spare – both of which I used to calm myself before service started. I welcomed Dr. Bence who was our guest speaker this morning and he informed me that my “fly” was down.
He was joking…
My wife happened to mention to him what my “situation” was this morning.
The congregation got a big kick out of the ordeal as I explained to them what a stressful morning it was, but how wonderful it was to be in God’s house for collective worship!
One thought after this ordeal: those OTHER people who saw me this morning on my “walk” from my office to the sanctuary who PROBABLY saw my lovely green boxers through this enormous rip in my pants – WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY ANYTHING?
What a day!
