Me and the family went to church Sunday, Easter morning. I ain’t one to go much at all. My older son goes..too much. Well, I won’t say that. I’m proud of him. I wish I had it in me. I just don’t. I was unmoved on Sunday…and not because Joe the preacher was “dry as toast”. He’s a good preacher. I just felt entirely out of place. I mean, I look over and there’s a guy in an American flag dress shirt and mullet. (sigh!) I mean, I ain’t prejudice against rednecks or nothin’ but these ain’t my folks y’all.
I use the excuse that I can’t sit there that long, and a lot of that is true. There’s just so many questions, ya know? Even Nathan, (now granted he hadn’t taken his medicine that day and he sometimes gets morbid without) had his questions. “I just don’t know if it’s true or not...” said the soon to be 11 year old. Man that’s heavy on a young boy’s mind. Hell, an old man’s too! I guess if you pinned me down and beat me until I confessed I would say that I'm more down with the God idea than I am with the Jesus one. I ain't doubting Jesus, mind you, but he ain't the first one that I'm gonna thank after I win some National Championship.
All I know is that I don’t know, but I thank him, somebody!.. every day that I have my family and friends and that I get to play with the OakTeam and The Yayhoos!