The Hymnal and The Claw

A few Sundays ago we went to church with Erica’s grandmother at the retirement home chapel where she lives.

The church service was much more traditional than the one we attend now, so I knew my kids would be a little thrown off by some of the things they saw. I, on the other hand, grew up in a church just like that, so for me it was like a trip down memory lane.

What did I see on this trip down memory lane? Five things in particular that made me chuckle…

1. The Organ - I can’t remember if it was Kylie or Parker, but one of them leaned over at one point and we had this exchange:

“Dad, what is that instrument?”

“What, the organ?”

“Oh, that’s what an organ is!”

2. The Hymnal, Part 1 – I could tell my kids got lost during the first hymn so I had to explain to them how you read it. Line 1 of this paragraph, then line 1 of this paragraph, and so on. There’s a skill that they will definitely need to know 10 years from now…or not.

3. The Hymnal, Part 2 – Kylie stumbled upon this hymn and couldn’t stop laughing about the name.

I have to admit, I don’t remember singing that one as a kid.

4. The Claw – Unfortunately the giggling didn’t stop with the hymnal. Maybe it was how quiet the service was, but suddenly everything was funny. The guy who sang special music, the lady with the hat two rows in front of us, the woman leading the congregation in singing…you know you’ve been there before.

During one moment of prayer the giggling got too loud so I pulled out the old staple that my dad had used on me 25 years ago. The Claw.

I dug my fingers into the back of Parker’s neck with just enough force to let him know he needed to gain control of himself. He looked up at me, a bit startled, and I mouthed the words “stop laughing” too him. That’s when he threw the real culprit under the bus.

He raised his eyebrows in protest and whispered back, “it’s mom!”

5. The Giggling Wife – Turns out Erica was the one who was laughing and creating the kids’ little giggle fits. I didn’t dare break out the claw on her, though for a second I thought about telling her, “silence! frenzied unclean spirit” before thinking better of it.

Instead I gave her a look that said, “I want to make out with you later,” mostly because that’s about the only look I have when it comes to her, even in church.

In the end the kids were well behaved, the service was great, and we had a great time hanging out with her grandmother. I grabbed this pic before we left.

It was a fun trip down memory lane for me, and hopefully for the kids it was an experience they’ll be able to call back later in life.

I hope some day Parker is giving his kids The Claw during a church service while Kylie is getting in trouble with her husband for being caught in a giggle fit she can’t get out of.

It seems like a million years away now, but as I look at that picture I’m reminded of just how fast time flies.

The giggling, the hymnals, and the claw…experiencing something for the first time and for the thousandth time…thinking about your family and being present with your family…these truly are the moments to savor. Here’s to experiencing many more of them!

 

  • http://missionallendale.wordpress.com/ Joey Espinosa

    After being a part of a large contemporary church their entire lives, our kids (and us, of course) now attend a small, traditional, rural church. My wife grew up in a similar church, so she had to teach us about all the important things — children’s sermon, hymnals, etc.

    My kids still have lots of giggles, like when the pastor ends a prayer with, “And all God’s people said . . .” [Amen].

    I haven’t tried the claw yet. But will do so in the future.

  • http://selphinflicted.wordpress.com Jeff Selph

    My dad did the claw. So far, my son seems impervious to it, but he’s young. As his neck stiffens, the claw will take over.

    After reading this, I’m excited for when Jakob is older and he goes to church with one of his grandparents. He will feel just as out of place.

    • Bryan

      seriously, they were so confused. it was fun.

  • http://iamlazarus2010.blogspot.com/ Lazarus

    Organs, Hymnals and “The Claw.” Great post.

    My Dad was more of a thump-er. If I was next to him, my thigh got a thump….but when I was two down, the part of my skull just behind the ear would get thumped from his loving left arm draped around Mom. That is, until it became an instrument of church decorum justice. And, dude, that was no picnic. In fact, I think it only took one. Felt like someone hit me in the head with a wrench! And the embarrassment of the Herrings sitting behind us laughing added to my pain!

    • Bryan

      the skull thump sounds brutal. might have to work that into my toolkit.

  • http://deuceology.wordpress.com LarryTheDeuce

    While there was humor, there was no typical outlandish Allain humor here. There was sentiment and seriousness mixed in. You can’t throw us for a loop like that.

    • http://iamlazarus2010.blogspot.com/ Lazarus

      well-stated.

    • Bryan

      caca peepee poopoo

      • http://iamlazarus2010.blogspot.com/ Lazarus

        Beautiful! and thank you.

  • http://anotherjoy.wordpress.com/ Alicia

    This is a great post, full of life (and laughter). Your family sounds like fun.

    • Bryan

      they are! thanks for stopping by and reading!

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  • Melinda

    This post perfectly blends love and humor–plus a terrific picture of our family matriarch–thanks for a good read! P.S. mom mom had the pinch/claw thing perfected when we were young-wince!

  • http://thepaperskies.com David Helms

    What I always remember from being dragged to traditional services by my traditional parents is: “We will sing the first, second and fourth stanzas of…” “What about the third?” “WE DON’T SING THE THIRD STANZA HERE…never bring up the THIRD STANZA!”

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  • http://www.thistlecovefarm.blogspot.com Sandra at Thistle Cove Farm

    My vote is for the traditional church service. I’ve tried many non-traditional churches and services but the music is so LOUD my teeth hurt and my bones ache, That’s not about worship, it’s about survival. Give me the traditional service where my focus is on God and not wondering how soon I can leave with what little hearing I have left intact.

  • http://www.bethcoulton.com Beth Coulton

    If you hadn’t been able to take a picture of the actual page with that hysterically named hymn on it, I would never have believed you. That, my friend, is priceless.