A demon in the pew on this beautiful Sunday morning

The other Sunday was like any other Sunday.  
I sat uncomfortable in my pew, cursing the man that invented pantyhose.

I fumbled through the church bulletin, while waiting for the sermon.  

I read these words and immediately, without thinking, tore them out and stuck them in my Bible. I LOVE these words!  I LOVE what it means to me personally!!!

This morning, I came across the piece of paper tucked in my Bible.  I read the words again.  I let the feeling of worship and glorifying God begin to trickle over me....
Before I let down my guard to feel emotion, I felt Jack shake beside me and then heard a small giggle. 
I quickly snapped back into MAZ mode and shot Jack a "look".  He stole a quick look at Max and then bowed his head but his shoulders continued to shake with laughter.

I looked at Max.  He had dark circles under his eyes and his lids looked as if they would fall straight to the floor with the weight of sleep.  I looked back at the pastor.  Seconds later, Jack was hysterical again.  I tilted my head forward so I could look around Jack, in order to see Max.  Max's eyelids were huge and swollen with "sleepy time", leaving tiny slits for us to see his glassy eyeballs rolling around in the sockets.  
As soon as I witnessed the next action, Jack giggled audibly.  Max's lips were moving.  Was he talking in his "pew sleep"?  I smiled as Jack shook with silent giggles.  Max's eyes shifted sharp to look into mine.  A blaze of anger silenced my grinning eyes.  
In fear, I turned to look straight ahead.  As soon as the service was over, I heard a demon say "I will kill you.  I will kill you as much as I can."  I looked behind me at my sons.  Max's eyes were black as he hissed these angry words at Jack.

Jack's eyes were dancing in delight of Max's anger.

If I were the one reading this about another family and kid, I would think back to my experience in dealing with emotional disturbed children and their families.  I would start an intervention for the family...immediately.

However, it is Max.....my son.....just like his momma....quick to anger.
Add lack of sleep and poor diet......you get a demon in the pew on a beautiful Sunday morning.