taking notes in church

On any given Sunday, my friends and I reveal our diligence as Christians and as students by taking out carefully chosen notebooks that reflect our personalities and taking notes of all the poignant, deep, and insightful things our pastor tells us.

A few weeks ago, I was feeling rebellious. So rebellious, in fact, that I left my pretty sermon-and-Bible-study-and-prayer notebook at home. Yes, it's true. I went to church without my notebook. In fact, I think I even went to church without my Bible. Oh, the rebelly rebel-full rebellious rebellion.

But then I heard something I wanted to write down.

It wasn't even something my pastor said. I don't think I even listened to the pastor that morning, as I was determined not to learn anything at all.

But the guy telling the children's story told a tale that captivated me despite my best efforts to stay aloof and hard-hearted. A found myself itching for my notebook. I reached for a pen. I scrambled for some paper. I scribbled on the first blank page I found.

Except it wasn't blank.