Church in Utah: Less than a 5 minute drive to the church around the block.
Church in Oklahoma: A 20 minute drive to the church in a neighboring city.
Church in D.C.: An hour long commute via walking to the Metro, taking the Metro, and walking from the Metro to the church in a neighboring state. {But now I can officially mark Maryland off the list of states I've been to.}
They say the church is the same everywhere. But please, let me clarify, the gospel is the same everywhere...the church however, is definitely not the same everywhere.
I was grateful for fast Sunday on this particular Sunday. Isn't it so much easier to fast when church isn't until 1:00?
We successfully spotted a few other Mormons on the train, making it easy for us to once again, find our way in a foreign land.
And lets just throw it out there. Isn't going to a new ward the worst? Or a new anything really...a job, a class...
We walk in and quickly find a seat, hoping that we didn't just steal someones 'regular' spot.
While we sit and wait for the meeting to start, I hear a member of the bishopric approach the gentleman sitting behind us and quickly ask him if he would be "...the assistant to the Executive Secretary."
Umm...okay. Yes, his response.
Seconds later the meeting starts and he is sustained into this new calling. Wow, and I thought the ward in Norman was bad {calling speakers the night before to assign them talks.}
But to each his own.
The meeting continued on just as normal. Or should I say Utah normal, as I was about to find out that things are run a little differently in this D.C. ward.
First testimony bearer gets up, starting out: "Good Afternoon Brothers and Sisters."
Congregation: "Good Afternoon!"
Hah. What just happened?
Next testimony bearer gets up: "Good Afternoon."
Congregation: "Good Afternoon!"
Oh dear.
You should have seen the reaction when the young teenager got up and said: "Hi."
That poor crowd had no idea what to do with it. A chuckle was about all this extremely vocal congregation could get out.
Then there was the older black lady that got up. She was adorable. She begins her testimony like normal {or should I say D.C. normal}, but then takes a drastic turn by asking everyone to sing with her saying, "I know you know the words."
I definitely did not know the words. Pretty sure Mike and I were the only two in that room that didn't though.
And it was definitely not a hymn.
I looked at Mike, "What just happened?"
Mike's response?
"That was awesome."
I still have no idea what song they were singing.
So several more Good Afternoon's later, the bishop gets up to end the meeting and then says, "After the prayer has been said, please stay in your seats and we will introduce the new people."
Did I mention that I kind of hate going to new wards?
And sure enough, after the prayer, we went around the room like on the first day of school and introduced the new people. Of which there were quite a few.
And THEN {I know, its like it never ends} we got up to go to Sunday School and were intercepted by a member of the bishopric. He introduced himself and just asked why we were in D.C. and what our story was, when I told him that I wasn't really doing anything this Summer, just kinda following my husband in his adventures, he says, "Do you want to be our Assistant Girls Camp Director?"
Umm.
I'll be in Utah for the month of July, and so I was thinking that I would not be there for camp.
Nope.
Camp is in June.
So guess who is going to Girls Camp?
Bahah.
I did not even know that this could happen. What in the world.
But I'm still really excited for the opportunity, and it will be nice to have something to do for a few days.
Random.
Did I mention that in Relief Society we sang "This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine.....".
More than once I questioned whether or not I was in a Mormon church.
And now I just think about it and laugh.
Did that really just happen?