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It was me. The reluctant member, I mean. And it was today that I attended.
I had to. They were absolutely merciless. You see, they knew right where to get me.
They used my children.
Even though my attendance has been sporadic lately our kids always attend Sunday School. And for the past few weeks the kid's classes have been practicing hard in order to sing for church services next week.
Well, those underhanded people called and said they really needed my help with the kid's choir. (I was adult choir director until last year).
So we went to church today. It was good to see everyone again, it was a nice service, we did the coffee and cookies after, and then I went to work with the choir.
I quickly found out they didn't need my help at all. The kids are quite ready to perform. But I didn't let on to the adults that I knew. I pretended, rehearsed, sang the solo part with the kids, acted appreciative to be needed and all of that.
But those sneaks.
I'm touched with the warmth of the gesture and also pretty impressed with the outrageous deviousness involved.
So - next Sunday I'm going to be sitting with 20-some kids up by the altar singing "O Come, Little Children" and a few other diddies.
Hmph.
I had to. They were absolutely merciless. You see, they knew right where to get me.
They used my children.
Even though my attendance has been sporadic lately our kids always attend Sunday School. And for the past few weeks the kid's classes have been practicing hard in order to sing for church services next week.
Well, those underhanded people called and said they really needed my help with the kid's choir. (I was adult choir director until last year).
So we went to church today. It was good to see everyone again, it was a nice service, we did the coffee and cookies after, and then I went to work with the choir.
I quickly found out they didn't need my help at all. The kids are quite ready to perform. But I didn't let on to the adults that I knew. I pretended, rehearsed, sang the solo part with the kids, acted appreciative to be needed and all of that.
But those sneaks.
I'm touched with the warmth of the gesture and also pretty impressed with the outrageous deviousness involved.
So - next Sunday I'm going to be sitting with 20-some kids up by the altar singing "O Come, Little Children" and a few other diddies.
Hmph.