Church and the call of Carolina

We had a nice meal at church tonight. Taco soup, they said. It was chili with various additions. They had yankee cornbread (my momma knows what I mean), but it was still pretty good. Then there were various home-baked cakes on display. Kate and I wanted carrot cake but there was no knife nor plates so the carrot cake went begging. Everybody wanted carrot cake. There were carrot cake afficianados all around. People professing carrot cake. Saliva, dripping down our jaws.

But no knife and no plates, so the carrot cake remained. Sad. Schade. Whatever.

Later, Tim took questions. He had a real good scientific explanation as to why my hair was vacating my head, but no attempt at any theological explanation. He was confused. I didn't want a scientific explanation from the theology man. I wanted a theological explanation. Only Kate was willing to give me the predestination explanation. Smart alec.

Later, we heard more theological explanations about theological matters. Some were answered well. Mine was not. Bob's was not. We are still waiting.

We are all thinking about our pending vacation in South Carolina. Oysters are beckoning. Beers are sloshing in the darkness. Sloshing to the rythym of the ocean.

The call of the Atlantic awaits us. Roaring in our ears.