new lows

The church I grew up at (the one with the Starbucks inside) has decided not to have a service on Christmas Day, which falls on a Sunday in two weeks. Instead, they've produced (this is not a joke) a DVD with the pastor reading the story of Christmas and carols with the words scrolling along the bottom of the screen. I wonder if there will be a bouncing ball to show you which word you're on like in Disney sing-a-longs?

Ethics Daily's story is here. The Tennessean story, which features a quote from my 12th grade Sunday School teacher/former big-time CEO of an aerospace company/current "executive pastor" is here.

If you're going to be McChurch, I guess you might as well go ahead and super size the insanity.

Meanwhile, at mom and daddy's new church, we'll be there on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, like the good Lord intended. Here's hoping that the fact that Brad Paisley, his sweetie, and Little Jimmy Dickens transferred their letters this year means that we'll hear something a little more interesting than the usual Steve Gatlin sanctified-hair solo. Ahh, Christmas in Williamson County.