Yesterday’s blog listed the “Couch Potatoes” as one of the groups in the 60% of people who have not returned to in-person worship services. Here is a light-hearted breakdown of those “spuds.” While I know the pandemic is serious and deadly, there are times we need to smile and remember that God is in control. If potato humor isn’t your thing, you will still love the verse at the bottom!
Church Couch Potatoes O’Brian. Worship with only Celtic music, please.
Church Couch Shredded Potatoes. Exercising while worshipping.
Church Couch Potato Wedges. Four worshippers sitting on a three-person sofa.
Church Couch Au Gratin (or as my boys called them growing up “All Rotten”) Potatoes. These Sunday morning sofa critics find plenty of reasons to complain: the tech team’s tin ears, the sermon stinks, blah, blah, blah.
Church Couch Baked Potatoes. They like their worship and marijuana too (non-Nazarene of course).
Church Couch Potato Chips. When the munchies hit during the service.
Church Couch Potato Skins. Not wearing their jammies.
Church Couch Potato Casserole. Dreaming of the days when the church pot-luck followed the Sunday morning service.
Church Couch Potato Salad. A pandemic is no picnic, but at least we have potato salad and our hope is in God Almighty!!
My tears have been my food
day and night,
while people say to me all day long,
“Where is your God?”
These things I remember
as I pour out my soul:
how I used to go to the house of God
under the protection of the Mighty One
with shouts of joy and praise
among the festive throng.
Why, my soul, are you downcast?
Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God,
for I will yet praise him,
my Savior and my God.