A Different Sunday

The first full day I was at brother Bob and Beth’s house was a Sunday, and what a Sunday it was! I had no idea how much I would enjoy being in a real church for a regular service. It began at the front door. Bob introduced me as his sister to everyone who greeted us. He and Beth are VERY well known in their home church, and people were exceptionally warm and welcoming. I chose a pew behind an empty space ahead of me, so that I could sing without making anyone cringe. The only uncomfortable thing was whipping glasses on and off. At home, watching a streamed service, I keep glasses firmly on my face. I was able to keep up fairly well in person. After the service, Bob offered to take a photo of me.

The rest of the day we chatted, ate, and talked some more. Beth prepared a shrimp dish and served a Jell-O salad with it. There were lots of anecdotes exchanged, but we also had a long discussion about various things that were important to us. Correction – I talked a LOT, and they kindly listened and made a few comments.

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    1. My voice is acceptable, but I do weird things with it. I like to sing the soprano line until the last verse, then I switch to tenor, sung an octave higher. People at my church are used to it. I go to church on line now, because it’s too far for me to drive to church. It takes 45 minutes to get there.

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  1. How very special that you could be at a church in person. There is nothing like it! What a treat. Sounds like one very lovely Sunday!

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