“And the Iz-REE-UH-Lites were given the La-a-and of Ca-na-an by THE Lo-or-rd Gah-aw-odd, who to-oh-old Mo-oh-oh-zeez that it was a la-a-and flowing with milk and honey,” said Pastor Goering. He was in rare form today, no doubt about it.

The offering baskets were passed around. I put my hand in, grabbed a handful of change, and stuck it in my pocket. “Oh boy! Pennies from Heaven,” I thought to myself.

Nanette crept around and confronted me in a harsh whisper. “Emu James Tamer! I saw you take money out of the offering.”

“No, no, Nanette, not me!” I whispered back. I put on my best innocent face, and tried to look a little pained.

Goering had finished up his sermon, and was making announcements. “The quilting Bible study will be meeting this Wednesday at 7:00 p.m. Good work, quilters, I hope you finish your fine stitchery soon!” He beamed. Their previous efforts had been a nice comforter for him.

“Okay, kids, let’s march out! Everybody sing ‘Onward Christian Soldiers’ and we’ll sing as we go!” said Nanny.

“Onward Christian Soldiers! Marching out the door! With the guns of Mossberg, all the bad guys fall!” I sang. You know, make a joyful noise, and all that.

“No, no, Nanette!” the mother chided.

Before she had a chance to begin cleaning it, the phone rang. It was her mother at her Quilters Club. She was slightly inebriated, as always, so all she could make out was some kind of “rootin’ tootin’ rhythm.”

“Oh, boy! Sounds great mom…okay…okay, bye!” she rushed.

The mother was clearly in a hurry to get off the phone with her tipsy mother and clean up the mess.

“I…I’m sorry mommy,” the young girl said.

The mother heaved a sigh before saying, “That’s okay…why don’t we go out for lunch? We’ll sing as we go!”

“Let’s buy lunch using all pennies!” the little girl commented.

“Well how could we do that, Nanette? We don’t possibly have enough pennies,” the mother responded.

“Don’t worry, mommy! These are pennies from heaven! Daddy gave them to me!”

The two left, happy to just be in eachother’s company.

While walking along, listening to the Rootin’ Tootin’ Rhythm of the Quilters, Nanette received some Pennies from Heaven.

“Oh Boy!” Nanette exclaimed excitedly.

“No, No, Nanette,” Tina chimed in, “You can’t spend those. We need them for Milk and Honey at the store.”

“Allright,” Nanette agreed, “But let’s Sing as We Go.”

YOU ARE SO WELCOME!!!!!

The quilters were as busy

as little worker bees.

Their milk and honey quilt was fine,

and it was sure to please.

The church raffle was tomorrow

right at eleven,

and the priest was expecting buckets full

of pennies from heaven.

Nanette said “oh boy”,

let’s sing as we go and work to the beat

We got rootin tootin rhythm

so let’s turn up the heat.”

“Roxanne” rang out loud and off key…

NO, NO Nanette, we can’t sing that,

cause we’re still in church you see.

The quilt was done, and hung gloriously for all to view.

A wondrous sight high up above the pew.

Four quilters in black

silently shuffling down the hall

Each quietly chuckling at their small slice of

freedom on the wall.