He sat in the corner of the back pew trying to follow along with the altar call hymn. He stumbled over the phrasing, the words alien on his tongue.
“Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind…”
He held the last note too long, his off-key voice echoing off the stone walls well after the other parishioners finished singing. A strange feeling washed over him… was it the Spirit moving in him, or embarrassment at his choral gaffe.
He wasn’t sure what he expected to find in church, but he was going to need all the help he could get.
2 thoughts on “Take me to church”
This reminds me of that Bill Cosby routine where he’s singing a hymn without knowing the words and almost breaks his neck because he starts to get cocky and thinks he knows the words as he sings out, the wrong word.
LikeLiked by 1 person
The very reason I sing very softly when in church.