I do not cry watching chick flicks. I roll my eyes at Oprah. And ignore inspirational must-reads. But there's one thing I'm a sucker for, and that's your formulaic dance movie. Be they stepping, breaking, or krumping, so long as there's a loose storyline surrounding lots of young people moving to rhythm, I'm there cheering for them. Just saw How She Move with Jenny tonight and have already made plans to watch Step It Up II in a month or so. The sequel to You Got Served should also be coming this year and I cannot wait.
Speaking of people who can't contain themselves (one of these days, I will need to start writing papers again and also start using proper transitions again), Pastor Paul was one eager greeter this morning. Apparently, there's this man in our church, Eddie*, who has a very shiny bald head. Apparently, Pastor Paul liked to mock this fact by rubbing his head whenever he saw him. Some pastors wash other people's feet, and I guess some just rub their heads. This morning, Pastor Paul spotted the bald head and, per usual, gave it a vigorous rub. Then the man turned around. And Pastor Paul realized it wasn't Eddie.
It was a first-time visitor. "You guys are real friendly here, huh?" was the stranger's response.
It takes a special man of God to run his hand through someone else's bare head. And it takes someone even more special to do it to a stranger and then admit it to his whole church in the second service. Best sermon opener ever.
*Not his actual name. I'm not protecting his identity. I just don't remember.
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