(Worship art. I love it. I'm still not sure how to define it or how it all happened, but I get to paint and praise God at the same time. Currently I'm doing a series of watercolors on the fruits of the spirit. It's cool.)
But that's not why I'm posting.
So I'm at the front, sort of off to the side doing my art thang, and Nolan's at the back with the boys. The congregation's singing the song 'Jesus Paid it All,' in which there's a verse that says something like, "... change the leper’s spots... And melt the heart of stone." All of a sudden Nolan's right beside me, whispering in my ear.
Nolan. Is that a misprint on the words?
Nolan. Is it supposed to be leopard? Or leper? Do lepers have spots?
(keep in mind here, reader, the congregation IS STILL SINGING)
Me. No. Leper. You know, like, (I make the Grr... Argh face and gesture)
Nolan. (mimics me)
Me. Not a zombie. A leper.
Nolan. is there a difference?
Nolan. They have spots?
And as soon as he'd arrived, he was off, back to his seat. But I was paralyzed for a good minute giggling about leper zombies in the middle of church. I still don't know if he was serious or not.