0914 koinonia

My lifegroup met after second service today. When he dropped me off at the church, my father asked me when I wanted to be picked up. I told him “3pm” and he said that he’d be there.

We have a running joke about him because sometimes he forgets and shows up early. One time, he poked his head in at 1pm, and we were just getting started.

The group study finished around 2:30pm, and there was no sign of him. My fellow group members commented that he’s getting better. There was still another group meeting at the church, so I waited in the lobby (which was cooler).

Around 3:05pm, I called home. My mother answered. I asked her, “Where’s Dad?” Through the phone, I heard a conversation that went like this:

Mom: “Were you supposed to pick up Jim?”

Dad: “Yes, but not until three.”

Then I heard running and a door slamming. My mother came back on the line. “He’s on his way,” she said. I tried not to laugh.

He picked me up around 3:40pm. We’ll try better next Sunday.