Something
I'm enjoying about going to a new big church is getting to sit inches
from strangers. Lucky for me so far everyone has been of good
hygiene and has a concept of personal space. It's fun to try and get
a feel for a person just sitting by them. I desperately want to
give each person a good stare in the face but this might take away
from the fun. While sitting by them I can smell their cologne , get
a good look at their shoes and most of the time hear their voice
during worship. I really love it when the stranger sings their heart
out. I always want to say “ thank you for letting me in on that !”
There is no other place I know of where people stand and worship
their creator amongst strangers. I can learn a lot from the
stranger's shoes, smell, and voice . Sometimes women dig around in
their purses and this is also very enlightening. I never look in the
purse but the general size of purse and time it takes them to find
what they need give me a lot to go on. If a stranger is alone and I
am alone, there is a strong sense of their presence and mine I think.
Today
I sat by a very small lady with a cast on one foot. She wore socks
and clogs on the other foot. I am very drawn to women who where
socks and clogs. It's like they are saying to the world. “Yeah, I
know boots are in style but I don't care I want to be warm and
comfortable!” I admire it. So this tiny lady wore jeans and a
sweater , she had very curly hair and glasses. What I wasn't
expecting was the huge fantastic voice that came out of her. It was
amazing. For several songs I just shut my eyes and listened. When
the message began she quick pulled out a kindle which had her bible
on it and even took notes on it. No frills,no extra notebooks or
pens. She had it put away and her coat on and her simple but classy
leather purse on her shoulder before the last song was over. I was
still fumbling with my coat , trying to put away my pen and keep by
purse from falling off my arm during the last song. When the service
was over I had to tell her how much I enjoyed her singing. She
looked at me humbly and said “Oh thanks.” She had an angelic
face. It was fun to have attributed all these great characteristics
toward her before even knowing she was beautiful in the face, she was
already beautiful to me.
