Father's Day in Red

Father's Day was suppose to have been spend with my father. Instead I just got to spend part of the day with him.

Morning was dedicated to going to my dad's church. It's a small church like the one you see in small towns in Ohio or Iowa or Pennsylvania. The congregation was small. It could have been due to the World Cup game. Korea was playing at noon. Church started at 11am and scheduled to end at 12:30pm. Or it could have been their regular size. I'll have to go back on a normal day to know the truth.

Like most small church they love visitors. They always make it a point to put us in the spotlight so all could see. Well I was prepared for this. I've had many experiences. So when the time came I took a deep breath, stood up and took my bow. The next part I was not prepared for. In front of the whole congregation the minister asked, out loud, "Is she married?" OH MY GOD! He did not just ask my status to bunch of strangers as if I wasn't there. As if that wasn't bad enough, my dad failed to hear him so the minister repeated it again, louder! "Dad," I begged, "he's talking to you. Answer him!" Well my mistake. My dad not only answered correctly in the negative but added, "but we're trying." Uuugh. Luckily that was that and the minister moved on. Thank goodness for the World Cup and Korean craziness.

Ok this is how crazy Koreans were about that day. The choir that stood in front of me wore the classic robes. As soon as the service ended they turned into Superman copies. The robes have snap buttons. All I heard was the buttons popping and then saw a wave of bright red shirts. Before I could even register the transformations, I heard behind me pitter-patter of feet. I turned to witness two guys wheeling a large screen tv into the church. No joke. They are SERIOUS.

The visitors were quickly forgotten and luckily for this visitor, I had plans to meet Jenny for lunch and had to leave right after the service ended. Whew that was a close one.