Quit Growling
The other day, while I was watching
the Bengals self destruct, I kept hearing a noise. I thought it was coming from
outside of my house. When I’d mute the television, I wouldn’t hear it. Intermittently
the noise would reappear and I’d mute the set. Eventually, I figured that the
sound wasn’t coming from outside, but inside, and just not inside of the house,
but inside of me. It was the growling and gurgling inside of my intestines.
There was no feeling of the rumblings; just the noise and I didn’t associate
the noise to me.
That started me down another memory
lane. One Sunday when the kids were still at home, we took them to church. Three
kids divided by two parents usually don’t cause a problem, but for some reason,
they were doing their best to cause trouble. They were doing nothing bad, but
mischievous. My wife Cindy had just scolded them about talking and disrupting
the service with their antics. She had just shushed them for about the third
time when her stomach made a loud, whining, growling sound that could be heard
several pews away.
Of course, this made the kids snicker
and squirm. While she tried to compose herself, I shushed the kids, having to
turn my head occasionally not to let them see that I was on the verge of
snickering too. Each and every time, I thought the kids were settled, Cindy
would start to smile and I’d have t turn away to keep from laughing myself.
Occasionally, I’d hear her snort to cover a snicker and she’d bounce with
silent laughter, hearing herself snort and that would set the kids off,
snickering. For about ten to fifteen minutes, I felt like a fireman putting out
small fires to prevent a complete conflagration from erupting and disrupting
the service. I can’t remember the message that the Pastor preached on, but the
service was definitely memorable.
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