Being youth sunday and all, I of course was required to attend both first and second service. Now I don't know about you, but me and 6:30 in the morning do not get along very well. So I was running a lot a bit short on sleep. The first service went well but ended early. Hmm..what could I possibly do with this 20 minute time slot I have between the service and sunday school? Hmm. Hmmm. Oh yes, I shall lay my little head down on one of the pews and rest my body. ...So I did. I stretched myself out on the front pew and rested
Apparently I fell asleep, because the next thing I knew I was awakened to a loud man's voice. "Alright, are we ready to get started? Does anyone have any prayer requests?"
Crrrraaaaaaappppp.
Adult sunday school class.
I soon realize that since I am laying in the front row, nobody even knows I am there.
Options:
- awkwardly lay there for the next hour, enduring the adult sunday school class, being as silent as possible, trying not to be discovered
- pop up, yell "SURPRISE!" and confidently walk out of the room
- subtly slide upward in my seat, looking as natural as possible....and then pretend that I belong in that class and was just bending down to grab my pen that I had dropped--hold up the pen. "gotcha"
- try to fall back to sleep. may as well get a nap in while I'm here. ....except what if I snore?
- wait for prayer to begin, hope that everyone has their eyes closed, and make a run for it without looking back!
OPTION #FIVE!
Yes, I waited for prayer and dashed out of that room without even a glance backwards.
Thus concludes my sunday morning musings.
