There's a reason I don't normally sit on the back row at church. Unlike the popular expression, I'm more of a front-to-middle row Baptist.
I'm too distracted from the back. There's so much activity in a church service - and not just from the pulpit! Being a people watcher by nature, this does not help me pay attention to the message.
Sunday, I was saved by the fact that I attended both worship services. We left for Sunday school but after about two minutes I could tell from my husband's face he would not survive four hours. He's such a trooper and would never complain, never ask to go home early; yet he did quickly take me up on my offer to go next door and sit through just the early service. This allowed me to take him home, as the kids were coming out from their lessons, and get back to them in time for the second service. Because they picked the pew - and the fact that we had a packed house - we were on the last row.
I let this excuse my lack of total attention, as I perused the crowd. There were adorable babies I made silly faces and smiled at... a few elbows from wives keeping hubbies alert... stern looks from parents to keep children in line...inspired expressions from those touched by the message. And one particular duo that brought me joy and a reminder of being a wooden pew as a small child.
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