the joys of small group

Last night was indeed a glorious night at small group. I prepped, I prayed and I showed up, but I didn't quite expect what I found. Sure enough when I walk in the door of the Harris' basement family room, I find a good solid collection of guys and little miss Morgy. Poor Morg had been left alone with not one, but 7 guys, and a plate of chocolate brownies. I don't know about you, but I find that a rather scary thought (especially when Dodds, Cammy and Cotter are swarming around the plate of brownies). Seconds after I walked in the door, Ashley followed, and I must say that I was incredibly thankful. It takes a few girls to balance out any small group, and this group is certainly no exception.

Anyway, after a few brownies topped with whipped cream, we dove into our bible study for the evening. We were looking at Simon Peter in Luke 5:1-11 and the idea of confidence in Christ and not in our own abilities. Things were going rather smoothly for the first little while, which is quite remarkable considering the usual state of our group (i'm sure others can attest to this) but then the brownies came back into play. Apparently Cotter dropped some brownie into his cup of ice tea. Instead of putting the cup aside, he showed the rather mushy mess to Cam, took a sip, and then couldn't stop laughing. Maybe "couldn't stop" isnt the right phrase to use because he did stop laughing when he started to choke. And gag. As I watched from across the room, Cotter couldn't seem to get the mushy brownie mix to dislodge from behind his epiglottis (what a glorious word!), and so he got up and darted down the hall to the bathroom. At first I figured he was just trying to spit it all out - that was until I heard the heaving. Can you recognize the sound of heaving/puking? I certainly can and it makes my stomach turn. There'd been a puking child earlier at gymnastics and now there was a puking Cotter just down the hall. Jer jumped up and grabbed Cotter a glass of water, and I didn't know what to do. How did we go from talking about collecting fish in a boat to hearing Cotter heave down the hall?

When the heaving subsided, the bible study continued. Cotter looked a little green (or pekid) and stunned for the rest of the evening, and the rest of us sat and tried to avoid the smell of his heaving (there's nothing worse than that smell - eew). When all was said and done, we wrapped up a fairly coherent bible study. Funny that, in spite of the heaving break, we appeared to accomplish more than on a regular small group night. Maybe we should make this a regular thing?

Ahhh... the joys of small group

Moral of the story: Don't laugh at brownies, they'll laugh right back at you.