It was a good Sunday to be with the saints at URC. I love our church family, and it’s always a privilege to preach the word morning and evening. In between the services…that was a different story. The Bears lost. My fantasy team lost. And I was awoken from my Sunday afternoon nap by something crawling under my shirt, which turned out to be a bee. And boy did he sting–with duration and a good deal of attitude. Still hurts like the dickens.
Speaking of bees, I thought of this old bit from Brian Regan. I could live without the animation, but still very funny.