Sabbath Day

Church yesterday morning was pretty much uneventful. Oh, except for the fact that when I was trying to squeeze in between the narrow pews to get into my seat, I spilled almost my entire glass of water onto this lady (and her son) in front of me. Oops! I immediately told her how sorry I was. Then I assured her that it was only water. Later, Kevin told me I shouldn't have said "it’s only water" because that gave the appearance that I was trying to brush it off. Argh. That’s the story of my life. Being a klutz, experiencing the consequences, and then doing even more stupid things to "make up" for it. The worst part of the story is that I think the lady was a new visitor. :-/

That afternoon, we made lunch and then watched part of The Godfather II. The saga continues! We were interrupted by a call for help from a nearby cousin. They were moving across town and needed help. Seeing how it is always lawful to do good on the Sabbath, and, I must confess, because we like these cousins a lot and thought it would be fun to hang-out with them, we came to their aid.

On our way home from helping them move, we saw this huge flashy casino (on Indian land) off the highway. I’m not sure how "lawful" it is to go to Casinos on the Sabbath, but we decided to check it out anyway. (It was Kevin’s idea, I was shocked. Shocked!) Just so you know, we didn’t go to gamble. My constitution cannot handle losing even ONE penny for anything. On the way out, Kevin remarked that he didn’t see anyone that looked genuinely happy in the whole place. We only saw people, rather than being content where they are, trying to get rich because they think that a lot of money will finally give them the happiness they crave so desperately. Very sad.