I was telling this story at lunch the other day, and fellow Buzzster, Scott, suggested I blog about it. So, I was at church a few weeks ago with the whole fam. And when it was time for the Eucharist I was carrying my youngest, Sophia, who's two. Suffice it to say that she was particularly ornery that day.

Anyone who's a regular church-goer (Disclaimer: I am not) knows that when carrying a child, it's customary for the priest to just place the Host in your mouth. Well, Sophia chose that exact moment to play Hockey goalie and try to block the priest from scoring his holy goal, so to speak.

I managed to get a hand out, and we completed a successful pass. I turned to walk back and finish what the priest started. But unwilling to be spurned in her efforts, as I came in to make a shot on goal myself, Sophia did her best glove save and knocked the host out of my hand and onto the carpeted floor.

Feeling all the eyes of the congregation on me, I scooped it up and returned to the pew. As Kerry and I kneeled, my praying hands hiding my embarrassment and hers hiding her uncontrollable giggle-fit (she was right behind me the whole time). I looked at her questioningly still holding the Host, and when she just shrugged, I popped it into my mouth and continued my prayers over her renewed, muffled giggles.

So, does the Five-Second Rule apply to the Body of Christ? And if not, am I going to Hell?

Well, scratch that. I'm going there anyway, but that's a story for another post.