Sabre Sunday

Palm Sunday today. Seems like the longest service of the year.

This year, the children of the Sunday School joined the Senior Choir in a beautiful anthem. They even got an ovation - not a common occurrence with our congregation. The kids looked so angelic in their choir gowns - all three of our boys were in long black cassocks and white surplices. Of course, without their surplices, they were pretending to be Neo from The Matrix. Sometimes, I think these boys know just a little too much about movies - even ones they haven't seen.

The whole thing reminded me of a Palm Sunday years ago when the two older boys were about six and four. I had prepped them as well as I could beforehand, telling them that they would be receiving crosses made out of a piece of palm frond, and that these crosses would slightly resemble swords. Under no circumstances were they to use them to sword fight in church - no circumstances (repeat, repeat, repeat). You parents know what I'm talking about.

Anyway, sure enough, within ten minutes of receiving said crosses, I was removing them from the hands of D'Artagnan and Zorro, declaring through clenched teeth, "What did I say about sword fighting in church?"

"They aren't swords," was the reply. "They're light sabres."

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!!!!!!!!