Today I decided to join the Church I've been attending. Another girl from our Club was joining, and I decided it would be a great time, so I joined quickly--like I met with the minister last week quickly. Because of the speed of the transaction, I forgot to tell my parents I was joining the new Church. It truly wasn't a huge deal. I've been attending that Church forever; I've even taught Bible School. It's just a huge, beautiful, well-dressed Church, and to be honest, I didn't want to stand up there by myself. When someone else was joining--Bingo. (It really is beautiful. All I need is a wedding.)
As fate would have it, a girl from my hometown was having her baby baptized today. Look, a baby's baptism is a way bigger deal than a 40-year-old becoming an associate member of a new Church. So the whole family was there for the baby. Of course.
Anyway, I related all this to my mother. "Why didn't you tell me? I would have come!" I just forgot. I'm sorry. "Well, weren't you scared up there all by yourself?" I wasn't by myself. My friend was there and then the baby's family was even there. And now...the real question. "Well, did the (baby's family) say anything about why we weren't there?" It looks pretty bad that they were there, and we weren't"
Ah ha!! You're just worried about looking Christian to the baby's family. You aren't even the same denomination as this Church (thus the associate member.) Mom, Mom, Mom...
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