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another sunday in the singles ward.

after having been called to be the fellowshipping committee chair, I feel grudging obligation to go far too early and cheerfully hand out programs. I feel this obligation mainly because i think they must be struggling to keep the singles actively attending when instead of calling people to do something hard and growth promoting (read: HARD) like teach sunday school, they have to just “call you to be you” – which is what they said they were calling me for. so there i am, standing at the door, trying to learn the names of people whom I knew when I was 14…

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…and who have since proved forgettable. sounds harsh, I know, but they somehow know my full name and at least 2 specific things about my life which i sort of think means they may have been in this town for too long. after that healthy dose of guilt, i generally sit as reverently as possible through sacrament meeting and attend the obligatory after-sacrament meeting fellowshipping-of-new-members-and-potential-new members-meeting in the bishop’s office and then have no enthusiasm left to sit among hostile ex.s, jeff, and/or newly engaged couples for another one and a half or two hours. so i leave, justifying that i really should be home with my family, who already got out of church hours ago but are, without fail, sleeping when i get home.

well, yesterday was different. i stayed the whole meeting. but before you give me any credit for such virtuous behavior, note that if it were up to me i would have been at home. but instead i found myself with CC Thompson on a side pew (which our ward is so small we’re not allowed to use. so had it not been clear from this girl’s pantsuit and henna tattoos – complete with a shiny dot glued between her eyes – that she wasn’t a member, the chosen seat would’ve given her away). it was clear she’s busy purposely repelling the rest of society so i was a little (read: ALOT) reluctant to sit with her – but the spirit is a powerful force. she’s great! after the meeting she looked at me and said: what’s next? I’ll just follow you since I don’t know where to go.
a call to repentence. from such an unlikely source. and the only way to make restitution on delinquency from required meetings is to actually GO to those meetings… so we went.
and I attempted to survive the craziness of 3 hours of singles-mania and an hour of linger longer.
sticking around that long, I did get caught up on singles gossip:
Richard is getting ever thicker.
Jared Johnson is engaged.
Don’t worry, Not to me.
To the girl who is “waiting” for Richard’s little brother.
Jeff and I are scheduled to be married soon.

I love you all.
Miss you.