When I was growing up, there was a pretty stained glass piece hanging in our kitchen. It said, "The Lord Works in Mysterious Ways". Since my five year old mind determined mysterious to mean creepy and scary thanks to Scooby and his Mystery Machine, this could probably explain my fear of church at that age.
Now, of course, I understand the meaning behind it and that bright and sunny glass was the first thing that came to my mind when I read this.
Maybe it's a good thing those tests were last week after all, since we would've been right about there, right about then.
Of course, that also meant some other dude found our diamond, but at least we're safe, right?