A Day In the life ot the People at First Baptist

Our family has belonged to The First Baptist Church in Flora for many years. Our church was
always known for having great singers. They could perform solos, duets, trios and even quartets.
We no longer have a choir, and to tell you the truth--that is probably my fault, as I wasn't talented enough on the piano to play those choir songs. This story goes back a few years.
Our Shari was a teen-ager and she and two or three of her friends always sat on the front row of
the choir section and believe me, there was always some kind of confusion going on up there.
Jim and I tried to sit out in the congregation where we could keep an eye on them and see what they were doing and when things would get really bad, we would give Shari one of those, "wait until we get you home" looks, but Shari soon learned how to avoid that problem--she refused to look at us the whole service.
This particular Sunday, we had a guest speaker. He was a young man and while the first part of the service was going on, he sat in a chair right beside the choir but sitting facing a different direction. This made everything he did visible to the members of the choir and visa-versa, but
the man didn't pay much attention to what was going on. He was probably nervous and I imagine he was going over in his mind what he was going to talk about when his turn came up.
He absentmindedly started picking at a stray thead on his pant leg. Well, you know men--he kept picking and picking until the thread broke. He was unaware the young girls were watching all of this, but they were glued to the scene.
As his hem on the pants began to unravel, so did the choir. The young girls got the older women laughing--the older women made the men start to snicker and before long, since laughter is contagious, the congregation started laughing too--even though they had no clue as to what was going on in the choir loft.
The choir finally began to settle down a bit--until the man stood up to speak, and there was one pant leg dragging the floor and the other one up where it was supposed to be--and well, that started the young girls off on another tangent. The young man said, "good morning" and people snickered all over the church--he made some remarks and everyone laughed--whether it was funny or not. Let me tell you, it was one joyous service.
I'm sure that young man, when he left our church that morning thought to himself--"why I must be a better speaker than I thought. I had those people rolling in the aisles."
And our Heavenly Father, sitting up there in his big Man's Recliner, must have said to himself,
on that Sunday morning, as he shook his head from side-to-side--"goodness, goodness, what am I going to do with those Flora Baptists?", but I'll bet he had little laugh lines around his mouth, too. What do you think?