The Ties That Bind Us!

“Sure SundaySchool Teachers Have Fun!”

Mark and I really were enjoying our freedom. One steamy morning before he went to work, we got to goofing around with a couple of long hoses in the back yard. This started out on the back porch and before we knew it we were both naked, chasing each other with the hoses. We were laughing so loud and hard, we never heard anyone drive down the long driveway to our house. (Our house was down in a holler away from the road and any other houses. We’d never be able to do this where we live today!)

Mark was hiding somewhere, but I wasn’t sure where. I heard someone coming around the side of the house, it had to be Mark. So I jumped out from around the corner with the sprayer on the hose. Oh my Gosh, it was Pastor Aswell.

There I was naked as a jay bird. He was right there! I sprayed him in the face with the hose and ran as fast as I could, back around the corner.

I heard him holler, “Mary, Mary we came at a bad time Dear. We have to go home, dear-right now.”

To make matters worse he was holding the new Sunday school quarterlies for my Sunday school class. They were soaked. I ran in the back door to put my clothes back on. Mark was already inside and he was dressed.

He was laughing hysterically “You’ll never live that one down. I can see the headlines now, “Beloved Sunday school teacher caught naked in the middle of a water fight, accidently almost drowns her unannounced preacher.”

Worst of all, how was I going to apologize? Lord, forgive the sights some of our unannounced visitors have seen. Later that evening after I thought about what I was going to say I called Pastor Aswell’s house.

“Hello Mary, how are you?”

“Kathy, is that you, Dear?” She sounded so sad and sober.

“Yes”

“Well I’m as well as can be expected.” Good grief had I given the old guy a heart attack-was he dead? At the time he was about 75.

“Mary, is everything alright?”

“Gottcha!” Then she busted out laughing.

“Who won the water fight this morning, Dear?”

I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry. “Mary, I’m so sorry. Mark and I never dreamed anyone would come to our house this morning. The kids are at our parent’s house in Michigan, and I guess we were just having fun. Are you mad? Can I still teach Sunday school and sing in the choir?

“Good Lord Girl, we have laughed all day.”

“So Pastor Aswell is alright?”

“He is as well as can be expected dear. You almost drowned him but not quite. Who won the water fight?”

“Mark won I guess; he snuck in the house as you drove down the hill. That dirty bird left me like a cat holding a canary on that one.”

“Can I still teach Sunday school?”

“For heaven’s sake, yes, why do you think you couldn’t?”

“Well most people wouldn’t want a Sunday school teacher who runs around naked in their back yard teaching their kids, right?”

“Oh for Heaven’s sake dear, it was refreshing to see two married people still having fun! We are not going to announce it in church. Would you like to talk to Pastor Aswell now?”

“If it’s alright with you I think I would rather wait. I still feel pretty weird about the whole thing. I was hoping you would answer the phone Mary. I’m glad I could talk to you. Would you tell him I’m sorry?”

“Sure I will dear, we will not come unannounced anymore.”

I laughed, “Maybe that would be best for all of us, at least while the kids are gone.” J

Mark and I still love to play together even after thirty years of marriage. J

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