One hymn is all I get. I told Andrea last night that listening to the choir is nice, sometimes. But as a member of the congregation, easily 9/10ths of the participants in this conference, we are deprived the blessing of one of my favorite kind of praise/worship.
Both in last night's adult session and in this main session, we only get to sing once per session.
It's been two weeks now since we pulled the plug on the TV. I'm happy to report that nobody has suffered or been taken ill.
I say that we have unplugged, but truly, we plan to still watch the TV. The important difference is that now we control what is on 100%.
We took the $13 bucks we used to pay to the Cable Co and upped our Netflix account to 3-at-a-time unlimited and I think this is going to work out great. The kids have watched the first few episodes of Fraggle Rock, and we have Land of the Lost, Little House on the Prairie, Avonlea, and other greats of yesteryear in the queue.
After the cable guy came and put the filter on the line to kill the tv channels but let internet service through, Andrea discovered that there are still three channels that manage to squeeze through the filter. Andrea was all smiles to report that Food Network was one of them! An answer to her fervent prayers.