The very first thing we noticed was how awkwardly the congregation fills the chapel. With a few exceptions, the pews are bare. Everyone sits in a chair in the overflow.
Our first week we went ahead and sat up in a pew.
We now find our way to the back each time and snuggle up in a cozy padded chair.
The second thing we started to notice was how alone we were in the young, hot, newlywed demographic.
I think the person next closest to my age (not counting Taylor) is one of the three deacons that pass the sacrament.
It's cool, I'm actually a big fan of integration.
The third thing we noticed was how nonchalantly the invisible wall of A/C sinks in your skin and penetrates your bones.
Here's my typical outfit to church:
My last facebook status update had something to do with fellowshipping the snowmen so we could warm up together in the snow outside.
Maybe I'm wrong, but don't old people hate being cold? Isn't that why nursing homes are always so nice and toasty?
Taylor and I were JOKING about witholding our tithing and posting up a sign on the bulliten board that said,
"We no longer wish to fund the efforts taken to freeze the meetinghouse. We will be withholding our tithing and bringing blankets and space heaters.
Signed- Tab and Taylor.
PS: But while we're thinking about it, can we store our milk and eggs here? We're running out of space in our fridge."
I'm hoping I can learn something about gratitude through all this. The people in our ward truly are the sweetest ever. They always say hey and smile and make it all worthwhile.
You should come to church with us!
We'd love to have ya,
Just make sure you bring a coloring book and an electric blanket.