You can either laugh or cry. I was preaching on Sunday and a group of young men ages 10 and 11 started to get a little rowdy in the back row. Well one of those children happened to be our oldest son.
So as they start to get to where I can hear them I begin to think about what I should do. I look around as I am talking and they seem to be distracting me more than others. I look to see if any of the parents of the other kids have noticed their behavior. Then I watch as my son gets up and leaves and comes to the front row with his mother.
Well that seems to settle everyone down and I was glad because I was thinking about taking a walk back to ask them about what was so funny.
So I’m finishing up, focused on our second message in the series The Zone based on clips from the old Twilight Zone. I’m thinking I’m so proud of our son because he realized that behavior wasn’t appropriate and he wanted to distance himself.
Well, it turns out that actually his stomach was in pain and he found it unbearable so he went to sit with his mom. So much for the pat on the back I gave myself during my message.
So, our son spends the rest of Sunday very sick. By the evening my wife decides (Dad thinks he should just tough it out, everything will be fine in the morning) to take our son to urgent care. Well they are closed so they end up at the hospital.
Of course dad is thinking how much is that going to cost when my wife calls to inform me that our son Nathan wants me to come to the hospital, they are about to do a CT scan and something is definitely wrong.
So at 2:00 a.m. I was walking into a room with my son who had just left surgery. He had his appendix removed around 1:00 a.m.
Needless to say that wasn’t my plan for the day but thankfully my wife overruled my ‘everything will be alright.’ I just got to the office to get some things. Thankfully everything went well and he will be home by the evening.
I won’t know what to think the next time he bails on bad behavior or maybe he won’t and I will be forced to ask him what he is doing from the pulpit. That is never good.