As I said, I used to be a deacon in the Seventh Day Baptist church. A great bunch of people who are dear to my heart.
The SDBs settled the town I used to live in. I looked into the history and found out that there was once another SDB church on the other side of town and I couldn't understand why the folks didn't meet in the middle. There was only two miles between the churches.
It turned out that there was a great split 100 years ago. The church on the west side it turned out were a bunch of libertines. They were the flagrant wretches who came to the conclusion that one could play croquet on the Sabbath. So Milton, Wisconsin was split into the croquet players and the abstainers.
Now you have forced me to make a confession, Bob. My wife and I sometimes have played croquet in the backyard on a Lord's Day evening. But we were very sure not to take pleasure in it, I'll tell you that!
Actually, we did. Call it a donkey in the ditch or what have you, but whacking the little balls in the fresh air-- after worship, reading, home psalm singing, nursing aching bones from the previous week's labors--enjoying each other's company in the quiet of an early evening often renews the mind and refreshes the body.
And the fact that she wins more often than I do does its work on my pride too.
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