Celebration Church

But apparently you have to celebrate quietly. 

This weekend my family attented our second service at Celebration Church. We also attended last week and needless to say it was a little stressfull.  Aiden peed had an accident in his Sunday school class/daycare.  Wouldn't ya know it, of course I forgot his change of clothes. So Big Michael went to Wal-Mart across the street and bought him a change of clothing, took him back to class, and came back just in time for the blessing (at the end of service)! Meanwhile I was in service with Isaiah who for some reason just wanted to nurse. Constantly. During the entire service. Oh, and he doesn't like to be covered while he partakes with his meals. So, yeah, I was trying not to flash the entire congregation. Did I mention he tried to do this for the entire service?  So, anyhoo, thank goodness my in-laws where there to assist with Little Michael (who by the way didn't think that Sunday school was for him). 

This time around, we got up early, had breakfast, got 5! kids ready, and were out the door with time to spare.  This never happens people. So I was in a pretty good mood :) which also never happens people.  Got there and unloaded took Aiden and Manuel to class. Alyssa, Little Michael, Isaiah, Big Michael, and myself sat at the back of the building like instructed by the ushers because we had kids. When I say back of the building I mean like last corner row, closest to the door. Halfway through service Isaiah starts chewing on his toy, babbling to himself. Not loudly, not crying, or even upset. Just babytalk. This usher man, comes over to me and asks me to leave.  Because Isaiah was talking. Because they are recording the service. Whose recording equipment are all the way across this ginormous room. I got up pissed a little miffed and took my baby outside. Where there are 4 flat screen tv's televising the service. Tell me, with all this state of the art equipment, how do you hear a baby babbling when there are multiple people "enthusiastically" interacting with the pastor. And by enthusiastically I mean they are loudly praising God. Which is great. Fine. Wonderful. Love it.

However, when I felt brave enough to go back in and listen to the word of God with my family, here came usher woman.  She insisted that the recording could still pick up my son's babbling (remember, enthusiastic people all around me) and could I please get out leave. I kind of just ignored her politely nodded and stayed seated.  The third time she came around she waited until I got up.  By this time I was more than a little miffed, embarassed, and irritated. Got my kids together and left. 

So what does one do in a situation created from this unusual circumstance?  I mean, it's not like I can just ask for their supervisor. "I need to talk to your supervisor. Please put God on the line."

The irony of it all: I really enjoyed this church. My kids loved it. Aiden looooooved his class/daycare. I truly feel that it can become a source of peace and inspiration to become better parents, wife and husband, friends, and all around nicer people.

I will take the advice of my wise, young, daughter and we will be returning this weekend ;) Alyssa reminded me that third time's the charm. Right?

Can I get an Amen!

Now who in their right mind would

kick this beeeautiful baby out?

"Let the children come to me; do not hinder them, for to such belongs the kingdom of god. Truly, I say to you, whoever does not recieve the kingdom of God like a child shall not enter it." -Mark 10:13

P.S. The baby daycare had 3 babies, in bouncers, crying.  1 young girl woman sitting in a rocking chair with another baby.

P.P.S. I really don't like leaving my kids anywhere when they can't yet talk. So sue me.

P.P.P.S. Usher man and usher woman: how do you know my baby wasn't conversing with God Almighty himself? I certainly hope he was.