God Understands Giggles in Church (I hope)

Is it OK to get the giggles in church? It doesn’t happen to me very often (I can’t remember the last time), but there I sat during Holy Communion, no less, doing my absolute best to hold back the giggles. You see, we didn’t read the fine print in the bulletin well enough. I did glance at it to see the “trespasses… trespassed” part and that “everyone who believes is invited to partake…” but I missed the part about “hold the elements for unison participation.” We received the bread and placed it in our mouths, when the lady deacon said, “don’t take that until the end.” I removed the wafer from my tongue (you know those round ones that are almost like Styrofoam anyway) and picked up a cup, but she was in such a tizzy to correct us, that the deacon went on before Linda was served. So I handed my little cup to Linda, and that’s when the absurdity of it all hit me, and I jiggled as I stifled my giggle. So, here’s my reflection on attending church at a Disciples church near Eureka Springs…

Lord, I got the giggles today,
The Deacon corrected me then she turned away,
Lord, I know it is time to simply pray
But I thought it funny how she removed the tray.

Lord, I didn’t mean any disrespect.
The Deacon’s reprimand I didn’t expect.
The instructions I missed, I was not correct.
Does this mean I’m doomed at the resurrect?

The sermon had gone on and on,
Eight points is simply much too long.
That deacon told me I was doing it wrong
I guess at this church I just don’t belong.

Don’t worry Miss Deacon I won’t be back.
Unwanted attention I don’t like to attract.
I was just a visitor, didn’t mean to distract
And from your Order I won’t again subtract.

In a few weeks I’ll be back at my home.
I’ll try to remember what it was like to roam,
And when someone’s different I won’t moan,
I’ll think of my giggles and be glad to be home.

Hmmm. Now what about a tune?

Grace and peace with a song in my heart,
SongWriter