I sat quietly at the back of the auditorium as the worship team practiced the songs for the upcoming service. Before worship began, one of the church leaders pointed me to Ms. K. and I asked her about singing with the praise team. After asking me what part I sang, she smiled and said to come at 8:30 the next week. Is it really that easy? Only one question about my vocal range? Not even an "Are you any good?"?
After services, there was a fellowship meal. It was different from what I’ve experienced with other Churches of Christ. First, it was catered. No tables were laden with everyone’s favorite casserole or signature dessert; the food was good, but not the home-cooked potluck style that I’m used to in California. I slipped out of the auditorium as it was being delivered and helped set the catering dishes out on tables, and then Abby, Kendra, and I helped serve the meal, which was such a great opportunity because we were able to say hello and introduce ourselves (briefly!) to almost the entire congregation!!
Alan, a fellow intern who works at The Heritage Foundation, had mentioned to me last night on the way back from the theater that I ought to find another young man at church, by the name of Davis… as it turns out, he’s a TWC student and lives at the RAF! What?? Small, small world.
After church we came back home and, as usual, all productiveness sort of vanished. Roommates #1, #2, and I had a Hallmark Channel Christmas-movie marathon, and that was that...