This past Sunday was not a usual Mass schedule for our family. We typically go all together to the 9:00 Mass. But this Sunday, Mr. T served the 7:30 AM Mass and Lil' Chef sang in the choir for the 11:00 First Communion Mass.
Squeaker and I went to Mass at 7:30 AM with Mr. T. I must admit that it was nice to fully participate in the Mass without keeping a constant eye on the baby and Lots of Hair.
Hubby and Bumbershoot went to the 11:00 Mass with Lil' Chef. Bumbershoot took her purse along with her ... she is a little lady, you know. Before Mass began, Bumbershoot opened her purse, took out her 'cell phone', and opened it up. Hubby was just about to discipline her when she said, "I just received a text from Mommy. Mom says, 'Don't let Dad sleep in church.'" She then closed her phone and put it back into her purse and grinned.
Hubby tried hard not to fall off the pew from laughing.
Do you not know that the runners in the stadium all run in the race, but only one wins the prize? Run so as to win. Every athlete exercises discipline in every way. They do it to win a perishable crown, but we an imperishable one. Thus I do not run aimlessly; I do not fight as if I were shadowboxing. No, I drive my body and train it, for fear that, after having preached to others, I myself should be disqualified. - 1 Cor 9:24-27