Thanksgiving with the Baptists

It’s the day before Thanksgiving and I was watching a volleyball game outside and trying to remember how I spent Thanksgiving-eve last year. And I remembered, I was with you and it was wonderful! Last year around this time we were indulging in some turkey soup and this year I will be having a nice little meal and some actual turkey with the Baptist missionaries. What a contrast, eh!? The Baptist missionaries are the tamest of them all; they pale in comparison to the gung ho “Run from Satan, Walk with God” Mormons who taught all my kids how to begin their letters with, “First, I’d like to thank our heavenly father…”. These missionaries consist of two families. One family has four kids, their two oldest daughters already go to Bob Jones University, somewhere down South and extremely zealous Baptists. Very nice people, although I may never understand how such intelligent people can be so single-minded when it comes to some things.