We raced to church that morning

Last Sunday I decided to do something different--not go to church.  I made a promise to my son many months ago and it was time to make good on that promise.  My son had turned five a few days earlier, so it was part of a birthday surprise for him.  I suppose it doesnt really matter what it was we did that morning since it really isnt the point of the story.  After we were done with our fun that morning, we decided to get something to eat.  When we were sitting down across from each other, it sure felt like were in the church that morning, I was awestruck by the moment.   I guess you had to be there.  It was amazing.