Wednesday evening I was preparing dinner when George leaned against the counter and said, “Don’t put too much garlic in that chicken. I’m going to prayer meeting tonight.”
“Oh, okay. Don’t want your breath blowing everyone away.”
“Yeah. Craig likes for us all to pull our chairs into a close circle so that our heads are touching in the middle when we pray.”
That’s certainly taking togetherness to the next level, I thought, but . . . heads actually touching? “Wow. Are you serious?”
You have to understand something here. George makes absurd remarks like this all the time and I never believe him. Why I believed this is beyond my comprehension. The more I thought about it, the more I realized how absolutely ridiculous such an attempt would be–a dozen or so people trying to pray while keeping their heads all jammed into a tight circle. Impossible.
All through dinner and for the rest of the evening I kept busting out laughing at the image of this scene in my head–the joke all the more funny because I believed it. I’m losing my discriminatory edge, y’all. And it looks like it may be fun.