Remember when I wrote about “worship eagles?” Remember when I said that if churches would finally put a falconmaster on their staff they’d never have a problem with screaming kids in church services. I believe my exact sentence was that other parents might have to be polite and pretend that they don’t hear that screaming kid in church, but “the eagle hears. The eagle hears all. With the softest approach in the game, the eagle would lightly pick up the child, carry him away and drop him in a ball pit outside with all the other crying kids.”
You all laughed. Well some of you probably didn’t laugh. If an eagle killed your uncle, you definitely didn’t find that post funny. But, thanks to Rick S., nobody is laughing now. Here’s a photo of what I believe is a worship eagle patrolling the sanctuary. (I’m choosing to believe that green in his mouth is not an olive leaf in a dove’s mouth, but the scrap of a kelly green old school Southern Baptist suit he snatched from an ornery elder who got out of line.)
Let’s caption this photo!
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