"Gma," I hope your stiff neck is better this afternoon.
Our whole band looks like they just rolled out of bed; all wear baggy, wrinkled blue jeans, t-shirts, plaid flannel shirts, or sweatshirts. From the looks of their hair, I doubt some even comb it before coming to church. In our opinion they sound like they belong in a bar, and that's not because we hang out in bars! I know I am old fashioned, but it's a good thing we have a choice in services to attend.Susan, how nice of you and Glory to take lunch and visit your friend. I'm sure she is looking forward to your visit. The church Beth joined is building a huge new auditorium. There is a stage, for the band, but whoever is preaching sits on a stool with his book and paperwork sitting on a table beside him. There's no choir nor a cross or anything to make one think they are in a church. They do pass the plate first thing in the service, but the leader says that if you are a visitor then you are considered a guest of the congregation and not obligated to contribute. I find that sort of strange. Anyhow, I never feel like I've been to church afterwards. Most everyone we've seen there is much "younger" than we are.
I need to head to the bank and back to the hospital. Enjoy the rest of a marvelous Monday!
