Sunday Mass seemed a bit too solemn, and the priest looked distracted. The service was bordering on boredom, and the children weren’t the only ones fidgeting in the pews.
Then someone’s cell phone went off – ringing loudly over and over again until a nervous man’s fumbling fingers finally silenced the device. He wiped a touch of sweat from his brow as his faced reddened with embarrassment.
The priest sternly looked up from the altar feigning agitation as the congregation nervously shifted in their seats. He sighed heavily then said, “I told God not to call me while I am working.”
Laughter resounded through the church, and with it a pleasant lightheartedness brightened everyone’s demeanor. We finished our worship service connected in a new way.
Dear God, thank you for the gift of humor that lightens our hearts and diminishes our somber reserve.