The photographers and reporters kept asking how I felt about having lunch with Prince Charles and his wife, ahem... Margaret Thatcher. After all, Maggie was sitting right next to me, and Prince Charles was sitting on the other side of her. We were all eating lunch, and there were reporters and photographers every where asking all of us, there were more at the table, about how lucky we were to be eating with royalty.
I tried to tell them I had had lunch with royalty before. After all, turns out that Larry G., from my former church, was in line for the throne in... I think, Croatia. Yup, Larry G. was royalty in exile. But he had no intentions of heading back to Croatia to assume the throne at all. He was more dedicated to his wife, family, and Christ here in the states. So as far as he was concerned, he had all the royalty he needed.
Then there was the guy in seminary who was royalty as well. I only had lunch with him once, and I can't remember what country he was exiled from.
So having lunch with Prince Charles, and his wife, Maggie Thatcher, was an honor. But not the first time I had lunch with royalty. Maggie was being so nice. It was Maggie's decision that they had lunch with us, because she visited Joey in the hospital, he was sick, and fell in love with my boy. She wanted to make sure we had everything we needed to get through the ordeal. After all, allergies can be so... pesky.
The reporters droned on and on, about how privileged we were to eat with royalty. Finally, I brought up Christ. I told them that while this was an honor, and we were honored, (this was after Maggie and Prince C left), that it was nothing compared to the honor of knowing the True King, Jesus Christ and being known by Him. While all those kingdoms were important, they would one day all fade away, and be replaced by His Kingdom. It was far more important to be known by Christ, and to know Him, than to sit in all the palaces of this world. I was trying to explain this to one reporter when...
"GET UP!" Andy woke me up. Turns out, it was just a silly dream. Thank goodness for that. My hair was a mess and I didn't want all those pictures of me and Maggie being published since I had bed head.