RaisingDad

After church, I took my wife and granddaughter to eat at Red Lobster. I remember the first time I went to Red Lobster, I took my ex-wife. They kicked her out for bringing her own crabs. Anyway, my father didn't want to go, so we took him home. "Bring me back something," he told us. Now that he's older, he's become like Bigfoot and prefers to stay away from people. You're going to think I'm crazy, especially since I've told you how cheap-I mean, frugal-I am, but my granddaughter, who's 10-years-old, likes to order The Ultimate Feast. It's about forty dollars. If you include my tip, that makes it forty dollars and twenty cents. Fortunately for the server my wife does the tipping. I don't want to say she's too generous, but people have been known to retire after she tips them. "Tipping is the price I'll happily pay not to cook or do dishes," she tells me. Normally, if anybody else wanted to order a forty dollar meal on my dim...

  An interesting thing happened at the church I go to.       They stopped having Saturday services.      This may not seem like a big thing, but it goes back to something I've always wondered concerning Christian worshipping practices: Why do we go to church on  Sundays ?       I understand that's when Jesus rose from the dead, but in the original Ten Commandments, of which there were actually 613 we were supposed to follow, we were commanded in the 4th to "Remember the  Sabbath  day, to keep it holy." There's more to it than that, a lot more, but I'm giving you the Reader's Digest condensed version.      When did that change, who changed it, and why do we accept it?      Let me put it this way: If my father tells me to do one thing and my buddy, the one who's always getting into trouble, tells me to do something in direct contradiction to it, who should I obey?      ...