Every eye in the house!
My wife has reminded me of an experience I would rather not repeat.
Our Dutch Reformed Church was inclined to be cool and strait-laced; so it was a little surprising, an announcement that this week’s Sunday service would be “an old-fashioned camp meeting”… like you see in movies. In suburban New Jersey, not so much.
It sounded like fun to me; so once the choir was in place, and the minister went to the pulpit to begin the lesson, I dove head-first into the spirit of the thing by shouting “Hallelujah!”
Every eye in the building swiveled onto me. I need hardly point out that no one else, not a soul, even whispered “Hallelujah.”
(Quick! How can I bury myself under the floor?)
That was our old-fashioned camp meeting.
MEANWHILE, THE NEWS…
It’s been a rough week and I’m going to try to get through the day without getting involved in the nooze. Wish me luck.