writing doodle - going to church

Billy pulled his roommate's pillow out from under his head.  "Sam, it's time to get up. Rise and shine, lazy bones."

Sam groaned and snatched for the pillow.  "I had a long night.  Leave me a lone."

"Nothing doing.  It's Sunday and it's time for church." Billy leaned over and yanked the sheets and blankets down.  Not a very kind tactic, but it usually worked.  Besides, Billy was faster than Sam and could get out of harms' way if necessary.

"I think I hate you right now."

"You ever missed church before.  Come on, it will be good for you."

"Fine.  We'll go later when I'm actually awake."

"No.  You don't remember do you?  Go early and get inspired for the rest of the week I've already got coffee going and oatmeal ready.  Plus I picked out your clothes."

"Does it really mean that much to you?"

Billy nodded.  "Yeah."

"Some day you'll do this by yourself.  And you will even be able to enjoy it by yourself."

Some day, but not today.  Today, he wanted to share in the glory of God's and all of his creations with his best friend.  Besides, Sam is the one who introduced him to this church, it was only reasonable they go to services together.

Twenty minutes later, Sam was up, showered, dressed and fed. Twenty two minutes later they were in the car and on their way.

Billy  pushed the glass double doors open and whispered, "Come on.  Let's get a good seat up front."

The pair wandered to the front so they had a clear view of the altar.  "Do you still hate me?" Billy asked once they were seated.

"Of course not." Sam grinned.  "Too bad the music is so bad this morning.  Not at all motivating."

"True, but the view is terrific."

Sam sat back on the recumbent bicycle to watch the gym's most serious weight lifters and body builders begin their Sunday morning routine.  "God really is good."

"Amen."