C: Prayers Against Distractions

churchSo, it had been a hard week; hard enough that my little car did not move all day Saturday.  I just stayed home, piddling around the house.  When we left for church Sunday morning, I found my purse—and my dead phone—right where I had dropped it Friday night.

I was looking forward to a restful time of worship Sunday morning.  MIL and I slid into our pew just as the music began.  It was good.

As the music subsided, Pastor moved to the front to begin his sermon.  As he did, I reached into my purse to find an ink pen, inveterate note-taker that I am. 

As I fished around, my thumb landed on something soft, and then I felt it pierce some unknown object, squishing.  I yuckcould feel something cover the end of the thumb, squeezing up under the nail, soft, wet, downright slimy.

I jerked the hand out to find my thumb and part of the hand covered with a gooey, gross mess.  I sat in the pew horror-struck as my mind tried to comprehend exactly what had happened.

Then the smell hit and my brain made identification—it was my uneaten Friday banana.  I had slipped it into my purse on rotten banana2Friday as I had left the office, and it incubated all day Saturday  until on Sunday morning—overripe for the popping-- it was burst open by my hand in the middle of the church service.

I peered into my purse to see the damage and to find a Kleenex (no such luck). It was a mess.  I wiped my hand on my pants leg—what else to do?

The preacher started us off with a prayer, and this is what he asked of the Lord:  “Please help us clearrotten banana1 away the distractions of last week; the distractions of financial trouble; the distractions of work…”

So help me, I added my own prayer: “And the distraction of knowing there is a rotting banana oozing forth in the purse beside you…”

Amen.

--C

Comments

Vee said…
= D

Rough morning! Now, did God answer your prayer? Do you remember the sermon? (I rarely do unless I take notes.)
November 18, 2013 at 10:03 PM
kath001 said…
I think you were blessed by the fruit of the Spirit. :)
November 18, 2013 at 10:36 PM
KathyB. said…
What can I comment about this ? I think kath001 's comment was perfect !
November 19, 2013 at 3:28 AM
Eggs In My Pocket said…
LOL Oh..........I'm sorry........but this made me chuckle. Things like this can only happen during church........it's Murphey's law kind of thing.......don't you think? hope this week finds every thing better ........and fresher!
November 19, 2013 at 12:31 PM
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