Pat,

Tell them to turn that damn radio off or get off the freaking phone.  Let me
tell you what I do on Sundays when I am teaching.  Some people, and I have
never done such a thing of course, like to whisper to each other during
church.  It may be a little different in a large church where you are 500
feet back from the pulpit and the pastor can't even see the shine on your
bald head from that distance even with his tri focals on, and the public
address system he is speaking through echoes so much, you'd think you were
in the super dome or something, but in a small living room and dinning room,
where you have a dozen adults squeezed in with four or five kids, some as
young as three, and an African Gray Parrot who swings around and bangs his
hanging toys all over the cage, whispering is very distracking.  So, what I
have begun doing, since it has really started to bug me, I stop teaching.  I
mean, I stop talking all together and I don't start until the whispering
stops.  I have foregone speaking up and telling them to shut up because of
the kind and loving man of God I am but that'll be next.  Besides, who cares
about football, or baseball, or any other game, when you are trying to have
church?  What is this, a circus or church we are having here.  Somebody over
there needs their butt kicked.  I hope it isn't somebody I know.  In which
case, I take everything back I just said and beg for forgiveness.

Phil.