Lord Have Mercy

To quote George Michael, you've got to have faith. And after a recent Sunday, I most certainly do.

A few weeks ago, I got 7-year-old daughter to join the church choir. I grew up going to the Methodist church, and I felt it played an integral role in how I turned out. Up until I graduated high school, I did missions, volunteered in the soup kitchen and actively participated in the youth group. I was like one step away from sainthood. Ok, so maybe that's a stretch, but it did keep me out of trouble for the most part. When I broached the subject with J-Fed, he supported the notion that church should be a part of both daughters' lives. He was far from a man of the cloth -- hell, he didn't even believe in napkins. A shirt will do just fine, thank you.

In all seriuousness, the Fedster was raised Catholic and at some point he lost his way. I mean, come on, the Bible says thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's wife and well, we all know how that went down. And no matter how many wafers and how much cranberry juice he consumed, I still wondered if he could ever be forgiven for that sin. In fact, J-Fed had mentioned on more than one occasion that he would not step foot in a church for fear of turning into a pilar of salt or bursting into flames. And really would that be so bad?

Somehow J-Fed managed to put his fears aside and agreed to go to daughter's first choir performance. It was set for Sunday evening. I had casually mentioned to Mr. Ex that daughter was going to be singing the praises. One can't imagine my shock and awe when he offered to tag along for the ride, and by tag along for the ride, I mean sitting in the back of the church on a Sunday night listening to not one but eight inviduals of the cloth speak. You see, when J-Fed and Mr. Ex agreed to attend the function, they didn't realize it was the inter-faith ceremony that included the head honcho from every religious establishmet within spitting distance -- the Temple, the Catholic church, the Episcopalian church and so forth. So in one evening, they were getting some serious bang for their buck. And in the unlikely event that one specific displine tickled their fancy, heck they could always convert... not that it would happen in this lifetime.