We go to the Bible Fellowship Church.
It's half an hour's drive away from home, but it's better than the
churches that are closer, that's what my Mama says. We get there at
9:00 for Sunday School, and we stay for church. We never get home
until it's way past lunchtime. It has a sanctuary with plain yellow
and blue windows and no stained glass. It has two rows of
classrooms, and a courtyard in the middle, with an olive tree in it.
At first, I don't go to Children's
Church during the worship service. I stay in the pew with my Mama
instead. The only songs they have are hard, grown-up songs., that
come out of Hymnals, with little writing that's hard to find in
between the lines of music. They have very long prayers, and sermons
that are even longer. I have to sit still and behave myself until
the whole thing is finished. Mama reads her Bible and listens to the sermon, but she lets me take her hand. I run my fingers over
the veins on the back of it. I like being alone with Mama for a
change. I like that there are no sisters around to take all the
attention.
