I detest tests. Always have.
I do okay at crossword puzzles or games like Trivial Pursuit which challenge one’s basic knowledge, but when it comes down to the real deal for important stuff, like a driver’s license exam or applying for membership in the Mensa Society (kidding) I freeze up like a raccoon in the middle of a busy road.
Linda has a similar phobia about test taking.
So why in the world would we ever agree to stand up in front of a hundred or more people this coming Sunday and be expected to answer a bunch of questions?
Actually, we’ve both taken and passed the same basic test before..twice!
The first time we were just babies and had help with the answers from our parents. The ceremony even included a nice refreshing dip in water from a special wash basin.
The second time… we were old enough to speak for ourselves. We stood at attention in our angelic white robes renouncing the devil and all his works and all his ways even as Satan himself was whispering in my ear, “whaddaya gonna do with all that money in those confirmation cards?”
Well, get thee behind us Satan, we’re about to publicly renounce you again as we become full-fledged members of the little country church east of Sioux Falls called Springdale.
It’ll be good to have a worship place to call home again and they don’t get much homier than Springdale.
The little white church in the daleIn his office after services last Sunday, Pastor Haugrud spent an hour visiting with Linda and me plus two other couples about joining the church..getting to know us better and discussing the joys and responsibilities of membership.
Oh, yeah, he even went over the correct answers for Sunday’s test in front of the congregation.
We may be nervous, but I’m pretty confident we’ll get ‘em right.
Hopefully, we’ll only have to take the test one more time.
I hear St. Peter is tough but fair and there is a real nice prize awarded to everyone who passes.