Man- I love my wife. Been married almost 16 years. She is a Baptist convert you might say. I married into a Pentecostal family. My wife's deceased grandfather was a Holiness preacher. And her uncle is a straight-up Holiness preacher. He had a church function in September, so he misssed the fall family reunion. They called on me, the Baptist, to say the blessing (the Holiness uncle normally does it). I guess I took too long.... Then, fast forward to Thanksgiving- the family said "say the prayer, but don't say no long-winded ol' Baptist one 'cuz we're hungry." How about them mixed denominational holidays?! Thank God for Grace... ha-ha. Christmas dinner is coming, too. Anybody else gotta story like that?