Ok, so The Analyst has a friend that invited him to visit his church. The Analyst asks if I want to accompany him. I decide to go as I have been very disillusioned with my own church as of late because of some infidelity issues on the part of my paster but that is another blog. *AHEM*
Anyway, while upstairs I reach for my bible and bound the stairs and grab my keys ready to head out the door. This has been my routine for years now when going to church. I keep my bible in my nightstand and grab it when I go to church. I've had the same bible for about 10 years.
So we hop in the car and make our way to the church. As we pull up to the building we realize it's in a pretty seedy area of town and I am not at all that comfortable leaving my car nor is The Analyst. We look at each other, look at the church, look at each other once more, take a deep swallow then head in.
As is my normal routine, I place my bible and purse on the chair next to me (when its vacant). The Analyst spots his friend who then motions for us to move over to where he is seated.
I look to my left and reach for my purse but I see there is no bible. I look around and to my surprise ...no bible.
I then begin to question myself, "Did I even bring the bible into the building?" I could have sworn I had it in my hand. Well, I surely must have left it in my car. No problem. Oh well.
We make it through the service and afterward say our goodbyes. We walk out to the car and I slide into the drivers seat, shut the door, look down between the seats and to my surprise...NO BIBLE.
Ok, where the hell did my bible go people? There was a guy sitting next to the seat where my purse and bible were. Hmmmmm.....
In all the 10 years, I have never had that or any bible come up missing. I'll ask again, where the hell is my bible people?
Needless to say I will never visit that church again.
