One of the things I really missed while away was church. We had church in Tunisia. There were 6 adults and 4 kids. We met at home. It was lovely but it lacked all the fun bells and whistles of a ward. So I went back today and dived right in. Head first. Without my floaties.
The organist wasn't there as of 5 minutes to the start of the meeting so Kyle asked if I would step in. Gladly. Now, it is well documented here that the hardest song in the hymnal, the one I have officially refused to play but still end up playing every blessed time I step in on the organ, is True to the Faith, so as I walked up to the organ Kyle says to me, "Thanks. And at least you know it's not True to the Faith." That was the first thing I checked before I agreed. So you can imagine the look on mine and Kyle's faces when it is announced that our opening song is TRUE TO THE FAITH!!!!!!!! It was, quite possibly, the funniest moment of my life. And never before has an introduction been as botched as the one I played because I was trying to stop myself from hysterical laughter. I massacred that intro. You would not believe the carnage I left behind. Half the people in the ward don't know me because the Sunday before I left our ward boundaries were realigned so there are new people everywhere. Well, they probably know me now.