Sunday in my Vacation Village

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AKA: "Wherein Fisherhubby Becomes a Rap Star Back-Up"


We're on vacation and attended our favorite vacation church this morning.

No - - - the CHURCH isn't on vacation, we are. And when on vacation this is where we like to go.

Apparently we've attended a few too many times over the years 'cause the pastor drafted Fisherhubby to help with a rap during the sermon.

Might also help that the pastor in the plaid shirt is my uncle - - - but who's telling.


Obviously, the pastor in the middle is the REAL rap star and the OTHER two are the back-ups.

While "the little pastor in the woods" as he calls himself, waxed eloquent with words and rhythm - - - (can you wax eloquent in rap-ease?)


Fisherhubby and Uncle Ben boom chicka boomed a beat box with the BEST of them.

Yes, Fisherhubby DOES know what beat box is, though I'm rather doubtful of Uncle Ben's knowledge in that arena. (or should I say coliseum?)

"You can't go to church as some people say
The common terminology we use everyday
You can go to a building, that's something you can do
But you can't go to church 'cause the church is YOU
'Cause the church is YOU

Boom chicka boom
Chicka chicka boom boom!

You can't go to church as some people say
The common terminology we use everyday
You can go to a chapel,
You can sit on a pew
But you can't go to church 'cause the church is YOU!
'Cause the church is YOU!!
'Cause the church is YOU!!"

Boom chicka boom
Chicka chicka boom boom!!

(Can't Go to Church lyrics by Keith Lancaster)

Joining Unknown Mami
For Sundays in my City.

My city today is Hayward, Wisconsin

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