Driving to Beaumont from Conroe started with an eerie fog reminding us of the movie “Four Christmases,” which prevented two young people from their precious holiday trip and forced them to engage in their wacky family Christmas present-giving. “You can’t spell families without lies.” The fog lifted, revealing a scenic drive and raising our spirits.
Beaumont First Church of God
Warming up for worship
Tim’s preposterous proclivities toward pristine punctuality prodded the sleepy family to push away early in an effort to putter “on time” to our prearranged place of worship. 7:38 AM. Almost ten minutes past his preferred punctual propensity, even with a stop for petrol and pop, the people still arrived approximately 30 minutes prior to preferred parish. Pioneering padre lacks patience but does provide punctuality.
Pastor Tim persuasively preached on the “Real Story of Christmas.” He proposed the picture perfect scenes depicted in professional paintings do not portray the premier infant’s birth place. Plowed dirt and poop are overlooked as pensive proponents remember the positive purpose of His presence. He piqued my interest. God predestined and provided a Plan to overpower our predicaments. The Pope would have been proud.
During events of the previous paragraph, the puppy played in the pick-up while people praised and worshipped God of all creatures. Pew parishioners pleasantly perceived the puppy’s presence after church when our precious daughter prompted her prancing in the prefab building.
Pastor Gary and Tim
Pastor Gary (Hammond) and his wife MaryAnne pleased us with their presence for a picnic (actually we ate at Outback, enjoying pleasantries, prime rib, and potato soup) along with the associate pastor and fellow parishioners. All in a day’s work.
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