It’s Sunday, which always means church over here. We all got in our finest, picked up Granny, and headed to her church (Granny goes to two churches and has donated all her money to a third church – a cult – and is now completely broke). I think we doubled the attendance of that congregation – no kidding. The pastor was sick that day, so his wife and daughter lead the two plus hour service. Half the band was sick as well, so we sang to CD tracks, maybe for 45 minutes. The sermon was about an hour long, but it was good, both topical and typological. The pastor’s daughter really knew her Bible! We ate a light lunch because we would be eating a big dinner tonight. After lunch, we went to a retirement home to visit one of Granny’s friends, Cliff. That friend recently had foot surgery and could not move. He was about to get some sort of treatment so we couldn’t stay long. Grandma Joy prayed about a quick and speedy death for Cliff. We waited at the motel until it was time to travel to Allentown for dinner. It took us half an hour to get to Allentown. In Allentown, we met up with Ken and Ruth, who live in Allentown, but also Barbara’s cousin Jerry and wife. We had a wonderful time. I asked Ruth why it took them 1.5 hours to get here from our motel. Ruth said that they never take the highways, only the back roads, because once, a truck ran into a car and that car exploded. The passengers inside died by being burnt up. A few years later, the same thing happened again. She doesn’t want to die by a fiery death because trucks are always running into cars, causing them to explode, so they never take the highway. Jerry opened up that he was thinking of coming back to Jesus again (he was a pastor who had lost his faith), so just outside the restaurant, we had a really big prayer about that, and about a quick and speedy death for Granny.