Television, cultural relevance and a little mommy guilt

(from Tamie)

There are the shows we'll admit to watching, and then there are those we won't. Bobby and I would never cop to the fact, for instance, that we watch "Desperate Housewives." Really, it's a "don't ask, don't tell" policy we have with that particular comedy-drama.

But I'm coming out of the closet after last night's episode, where Lynette Scavo decides that God deserves some "face time" after seeing her through some particularly bad life circumstances (cancer, deadly tornado, etc.)

Without giving away the plot and the outcome, I found myself sitting in a pew somewhere else in the sanctuary, wincing as Lynette raised her hand. And then wishing I hadn't.

I mean really, how amazing would it be to see a true seeker, someone so inexperienced and genuine, in one of our assemblies?

(And speaking of shows we'll admit to watching, did anyone catch a particular song from last Thursday night and have to manually close their mouth? I keep waiting for a contestant who will purposely choose contemporary Christian songs each week.)

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I've been put on notice.

Next week is testing week for the K-kids, and Keaton takes his teachers' instructions very seriously. He told Bobby and me over the weekend that I (and I quote) am to "prepare 5-star breakfasts every morning during testing week.

Cruising through the McDonald's drive-through doesn't cut it, he added.

This child routinely cracks us up. In my office, I have a homemade card he made, one that visitors often laugh about. It reads:

"I love you, Mom! I appreciate how you work hard to keep are (sic) house in order. Love, youre (sic) son, Keaton R."

It's a half-compliment, I assure you.