Sunday Observations

Every week we give an elderly sister in our ward a ride to church. Her name is Adassa Walker. Ella's been calling her "Miss Adassa", but I recently learned that she prefers to go by "Sister Walker". I coached Ella in the car on the way over. When Sis Walker got in the car, I greeted her using the preferred name and tried to get Ella to do the same. Ella just looked around in amazement then said, "did you know that Sister Walker sounds just like Miss Adassa?"


When we were in church as the opening hymn began, Ella looked up at the stand and observed loudly, "did you know that our Bishop does not sing very good?"

The irony is that out Bishop sings just fine, much better than his critic, in fact. But it went unnoticed because he lacked the performance presence of the sunbeams-- he doesn't open his mouth as far as he can, or bob his head like a broken metronome, or lift his arms high above his head for emphasis, or turn the pauses of the song into solos. All of which were incorporated into Ella's last sacrament meeting extravaganza on mothers day.

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