But this usher didn't know that. Oh well, no matter.
The usher was saying something to me, but before I could
adjust my hearing aid, I had to push my shawl back and slip a
glove. By then, he had quit talking.
He let my chair roll to a stop so close to the chancel rail.
I could have reached out and kicked it with my foot-that is, I
had been in the mood to kick a chancel railing and if I could
have moved either foot.
I was almost in a kicking mood!
No, no! I shouldn't think of such a thing as kicking that
brass rail. I should be wishing I could kneel down before it.
Somehow, though, my mind wasn't on praying.
The usher stepped back, then hesitated.
"Will this be all right, Mrs. Goode? Can you hear Dr.
Shirey's sermon from here? Or would you rather be a little over
toward the choir and the organ?"
"This is fine. Thank you kindly." I was surprised the man
knew my name.
He smiled and handed me the morning bulletin.
The minute the usher's back was turned, I clicked off my
hearing aid so that I wouldn't have to listen to the pastor's
sermon, the organ, or anything else.
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