I think God has a sense of humor.

Yesterday I waxed eloquent on my conviction that the Church not exclude children from “adult” worship services. I made my case. I quoted Bible verses and backed my argument with personal anecdotes and Biblical precedent. So well, that the poor soul listening didn’t even put up a fight.

I think she just wanted to get away from me.

So this morning at church, Model Family files in and I beam inwardly with maternal pride as I peek sideways at my five-year-old singing her heart out, standing on the pew. My kids bow for prayer, and they stand tall for the Scripture. I’m thinking that it’s going to be a good day.

So, Model Family passes the communion tray down the pew, and the Pastor recites, “This is My body, broken for you…” The congregation waits in silence, and Baby Energizer lurches forward and bangs her mouth on the pew in front of us.

It was one of those cries that has The Pause Before The Wail.

My husband hurried out, almost making it through the door before the siren went off.

He had to pass the same folks that we disrupted last week during the Pastor’s Easter sermon punch line. Baby Energizer likes lurching.

I looked around for yesterday’s recipient of my dissertation, and I didn’t see her.

Whew. Didn’t want a wrinkle in my argument. ;)