That’s right. Despite swearing off singles wards years and years ago, I’m giving it another shot. For I am a fool. A fool who is going to 6 hours of church, though I’m not sure how long that will last. This was only the second week, and I’m already burnt out.
The brand new mid-singles ward (“mid-singles” being defined as ages 31-55ish for the purposes of the ward) started up last week in the stake next door. The bishop of the new ward has stated multiple times that people are welcome from anywhere, even if we can’t have our records moved there. So I – and several others from my regular ward because my regular ward is about 1/3 singles – have decided to be perpetual visitors while continuing to attend our normal family ward and fulfill our callings and whatever there. Also, I adore my normal family ward and wouldn’t want to leave it anyway.
Last week there were 210 people there and only about 25 of them were male. Pointless odds, from my perspective. I don’t know this week’s numbers, but there were a few fewer altogether. There were more men, though, and fewer women. I’m guessing the men heard about the fabulous odds in their favor and the women gave up. So this week the odds weren’t quite as uneven, but the men are still wildly outnumbered.
And yet I’ll continue to go, for I am a fool. A tired fool. For 6 hours of church is a freakin’ lot of church.
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Many blessings are in store then if you go that long. I have a hard enough time doing the three hours. There is no way to do 6. Especially without a brown bubbly (pepsi). Hope all is well. Love you!!!
I know at least one of my fellow 6-hour attendees had a Pepsi prior to the second round of church specifically to stay awake. Medicinal use, clearly :-)
Clearly! That is the only way to have one is medicinal. At least that is what I tell Terry. Hahaha
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