God Knows I wasn't THAT Late

I swear I will be late to my own funeral!!

I left the house today 3 minutes after church started. I was supposed to stand up and be blessed or something because I am a new co-chair of a committee. It only takes about 10 minutes to get to my church, so in theory I was 13 minutes late, right?

Well I walked into the foyer and there was a young man in his 20's. And I was greeted with Oh, Carrie, you know sign language right? Turns out this guy was a deaf mute and lost.

It has been a long time since I took sign language classes. The last few things I remember are the signs I learned to teach my daughter because it is supposed to help infants when they are pre-verbal. I really don't think "Daddy" or "Cracker" were going to help this situation!!

So I started to finger spell..............yes that is how my friends and I cheated in high school!!! But the guy is just not getting what I am asking. He just keeps spelling his name to me.

He gives us his driver's license and he has a super common name. One of the church members calls directory assistance to try and get his family's phone number. RIGHT!! It would be like calling China and asking for the Lee family!!!

I keep trying to finger spell and I just can't understand why he isn't understanding me. Then it hits me.............he speaks Spanish. I am spelling in English. One of the ladies says "no, he doesn't speak Spanish I tried talking to him" Hello, he is mute!! So, now I have to try and remember signs, (I have trouble with the letter "p") and try to translate and spell correctly in Spanish.

This poor guy he is so frustrated, but very kind-hearted. He isn't mad just can't explain. Finally, one of the high school students comes out to sign to him. See sign language itself is almost universal and the sign for cat is cat and the sign for gato is cat.......

They finally figured out he was lost.........duh! And the Spanish speaking lady drove him home.

Needless to say, when I went into the sanctuary, there were no seats left in the back row. (All the preacher's kids were filling them up, right, Carlton?) So, I had to march all the way to the front row and by now it looks as though I am 30 minutes late to church!!

But God knows the truth, right???