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So we tried it.  My first taste of Texas church.  I now understand what a resident of the area meant when she described the area churches as akin to "Six Flags Over Jesus".  Church is a big deal here - as it should be.    These Texans take it SERIOUSLY.   Most churches look like enormous corporate headquarters.  And there is one on every block and they are all HUGE and SUCCESSFUL.

The looks of this one are a bit deceiving from the outside.  We walk in and a wonderful man greets us and apparently we have NEW!  and  VISITOR! stamped on our foreheads because we get swept into the fold faster than mayonnaise into a tuna salad. 

The nice man provides us with all kinds of good information including the fact that we get to choose between 3 services at this one time slot.  "One is very traditional."  "One is more "James Taylor-ish" and "One is in kind of a warehouse and is all "Nickelback".  

My head is swimming at this and I am so confused, and I'm all, "What is nickel back?" 

 HONEST to Pete, I am thinking that we'll get coins in return for attending this service.  My kids AND my husband look at me in horror. Even the balding Christian greeter looks offended.   Apparently they all know the popular band, "Nickelback", and are embarrassed beyond all imagination that I don't. They all say they want Nickelback.  I wanted to say, "Well, I want Quarterback!"  But I figured they'd leave me for good, so I shut it.

We are led down to a cool building which is like a warehouse and it is dark, save for the lights flashing all around and the simulated smoke in the air and the band on stage.

 I've never had church THIS WAY!  But it was pretty cool.  OBVIOUSLY it was geared more toward young folk who know who Nickelback even IS, but I enjoyed the band, who by the way, sounded EXACTLY like Rascal Flatts.  VERY COOL.

All of that is to say that Wiliam, who never misses a word in any conversation, picked up on the James Taylor comment earlier on.   

So last night was Game 1 of the NBA Championships between the Lakers and the Celtics.  In case you missed it, James Taylor was singing the National Anthem.  I like him and it really wasn't good.  It was poor.  I just don't think his laid back-smoke a doobie-style is a good fit for a song that is supposed to whip people into a heated patriotic frenzy.  Instead of wanting to take up arms and defend my country, I wanted to lay out on the beach and have a margarita.

William apparently didn't think much of the rendition, himself.  Today, we were driving past the church and I said,

to which he replied,

I'm not sure how to break it to him that THE James Taylor won't be at church on Sunday.