Sunday go to meeting

I may make it to church again.

Got my load info late last night. It doesn't pick up until tomorrow. So I have too much time again.

Shower. Shave. Leisurely breakfast. Then an equally leisurely run to a truck stop near the shipper. I've got over a thousand miles to cover before Wednesday morning, so no sense in delaying the first 50. But that's all the miles I CAN make today.

That being the case, I asked someone at the truck stop last night. He said he knew of one church within walking distance. If you call a mile or better "walking distance." I do, so I've got somewhere to go this morning.

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Attended Mass at the Catholic church that two different people told me was the only church I could theoretically reach on foot. Nice enough place. Pretty young lady in white, all ready for her First Communion, with her family fussing over her the way you might expect. She took it well.

Took another route back. Passed a Baptist church on the way. A little more my style. And I think it was closer. Sigh.

But no matter. I did get to church. No complaints.

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Got back to the rig, drove the 40-50 miles to a large truck stop within striking distance of my pickup tomorrow. Walked through the beginnings of rain to the main building. Where I found three earnest men and two earnest boys in the main corridor. All in suits.

I ended up being the entire congregation for the service they'd come to hold in the TV lounge. The earnest boys teamed up to make sure I had a Bible and a hymnbook. The youngest and most earnest of the men preached the sermon. Burger King as a metaphor for the lure of the world. ("Have It Your Way" and pay the penalty later...)

I'm not laughing, by the way. He didn't do a bad job of making his point. Just giving you an idea of what you can see when you're out here.

All in all, a fairly restful day--as a trucker's day goes. Which, of course, means it wasn't an especially profitable one. But I can handle that once in a while.