I had to be at church
for choir rehearsal at 9:30 so it did not pay to get there for Bible study. It begins
after 9:00 due to the Sunday school opening first and it is disruptive to have
the choir members leaving the study in the middle. Some of them do do that, but
I am hardly graceful in my comings and goings. I just go straight to the
rehearsal.
As our tiny in number
choir rehearsed, the door to the breezeway opened and in came my friend, Emily’s,
sister and her family. Every month I send them a prospect newsletter so it was
great to see them come in. Another lady came in when they did, and I assumed
she was with them. It turned out she was a visitor from the nearby apartment
complex.
She listened as we
went through our quite mournful Psalm 6 by Haas, with the refrain asking the
Lord for mercy and in the verses we implore “How long?” at the end of each. The
melody is haunting, especially so with Sterling accompanying the refrain with
his bassoon. After we were done practicing, I greeted the visitor and she said
to me, “Your song was so joyful….” What? There was nothing joyful about it, and
if so, we messed up big time. I simply got her situated with a service folder
and a first-time visitor goodie bag, leaving it at that.
After worship several
people came up to say how much they liked the anthem, saying how moving it was.
One lady had her little girl comment on it, which is remarkable. Mike C. lead
the Bible study and worship as the pastor and his wife enjoyed a weekend away before
Lent got into full swing. I understand I missed an interesting class so I
should have made the effort. Rats!
Justin and I decided
to dine alone for lunch as there was fellowship after worship and I did not
wish to stay. We went to Chili’s where I had my ‘usual’, bringing about half
home for another meal. Justin had some sort of salad and polished it off. Our
plans were to have leftovers for dinner but then he got a last minute
invitation to have dinner at his friends’ house on Fleming Island. I was left
to my own devices, eating the rest of the sloppy joes I had made for Saturday’s
dinner. I make good sloppy joes and am not afraid to admit it!
