Front Row Seat

Front row seats are hard to come by. Best seats in the house. Right up where the action is.

Last week, we were late for church, but Canon was insistent we sit in the chapel, not in the lobby. I saw a half empty pew in the middle, so, Mama Duck Roth, I took the lead and went in.

When I got to the row, someone had left their scripture bag in the middle of the space, the classic Mormon way of saying "THESE SEATS ARE SAVED, MOVE ALONG."

Now, the sacrament hymn was almost over, there was no 5 person space available, but then I noticed the entire front left pew was open. I scurried over, asked the 2nd row guy if anyone was sitting there.

"Nope." 

Hallelujah! God Be Praised.

I got my monkeys situated, then realized: we left the bag in the lobby.

NOOOOOO!!!!

The bag has the snacks, the books, the activities. WE ARE ON THE FRONT ROW WITH THREE KIDS AND NO ACTIVITIES!!!!!

I whisper to Crichton, "We left the bag out there, can you go get it?"

He reverently walks out.

And comes back EMPTY HANDED.

"I looked everywhere, its not in the car, mom!"

"Nonono, it by the couch in the lobby!"

"You didn't tell me that,"

"See if you can find it, please."

He gets it. All goes well. In fact, my kids, sitting on the left front pew, may have been the best behaved they have ever been at a church meeting. Maybe they are growing up. Maybe they knew everyone and Jesus was watching them.

Today we skipped church tho. Nevertheless, they are still being very, very good kids. I kind of like these guys. I enjoy hanging out with them as they go about their business.

Anyway, I saythesethingsinthenameofJesusChrist - Amen.