Sunday Best

A couple of Sunday's ago, Gabe and I vowed to make it to church. See, we have had a New Year's resolution to go to church more. But having a baby sort of puts a kink into those plans since her nap time always seems to fall right when church is supposed to start. And, being total saps, we cannot bring ourselves to wake that slumbering angel out of a peaceful sleep to drag her to a church nursery where she will torture the attendant to death with her crankiness.

But that Sunday, we had a plan. We would get up early enough to make it to the early service that was before her nap. Well, we got up, got dressed in our Sunday best. However, somehow, we were running too late to make it to the 8:30 service at our normal church.
Darn it!
"Well, the Lutheran church has a 9am service", I offered. We have been thinking about trying out different churches ever since the pastor that we loved got transferred.

So off we go to the Lutheran church. But we get there and things just don't feel right. It was a very small church with a sanctuary the size of my living room. The people there were not very friendly or welcoming. It just felt wrong. So we turned around and went back to the car feeling a bit defeated.

As we drove out of the parking lot, we looked at each other and thought the same thing.
"We got up early, and got dressed up for this. We are going to church, I don't care where it is!!"

So, we went to Mass.