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Last Sunday, Tim and I went to a Baptist church in Chicopee (on Broadway St). It's the best church in this area to date, though I still prefer his church. The pastor, as usual, referenced stories/people in the bible and encouraged everyone to open up the bible and turn to what he was mentioning. Tim and I always sit with a bible between us, and I often end up sliding it into my lap to read it more extensively.

The pastor told a story of a boy whose family had always given cars as graduation presents. In the weeks leading up to his graduation, the boy and his father went car shopping and picked out the perfect car. On the eve of his graduation, the father gave his son his gift. The boy thought for sure it was going to be car keys, but much to his disappointment, it was only a bible. The boy threw the bible on the ground and cursed his father before running out of the house, never to return. A few years later, the father died. The son had not spoken to him since graduation night. He went home for the funeral, and as he was going through the fathers things, he found the bible. He began to cry as he sat down and opened it. Inside was a check for the exact amount of the car, dated for the night of the graduation.

At this point, I gingerly picked up the bible that was opened on our laps and turned it so that the pages faced down. Keeping it open, I began to shake it back and forth as I watched for a check to fall out. Tim, noticing my actions, burst into a fit of giggles.

I think I missed the point of the story. :)

KittyKate >^.^<

PS 1 week til SU!!!