Winter Season

Church

Oscar had gotten most of his wish. They had spent most of the month of July at the lake. They both had a light tan.

He had been able to sneak the ring sizer on her finger without her knowledge. Or at least he felt she didn’t know.

He peered out the window and saw her coming across the street. She was almost running. Before she could ring the bell, he opened the door. “Hello beautiful.”

“Hello handsome. I forgot what humidity really feels like. This sucks.”

He just laughed. “It’s not so bad.”

“Yeah, it sucks.”

He closed the door behind her, “I’ve been meaning to ask you something.” He rubbed his fingers through his hair.

“There is something I want to do.” They sat on the couch. “I miss going to church. Let’s find us a church.”

“Okay, do you have one in mind first?”

“No, I figured we’d just pick one and go.”

“Okay. Sounds good,” she smiled.

Each Sunday they tried a different church. On the way home, they talked about the experience, likes and dislikes. With each church it was something different. The first church they went to was a Church of Christ; the service lasted for almost two hours.

Esther hopped in his SUV, “I don’t mind to tell you my butt is numb.” He laughed.

She smiled, “what?”

“Imagine if your tail was as none existent as mine.”

“Your butt is numb too?”

“No, sore. What did you think about the singing?”

“This was my first time going to a Church of Christ. Where was the instrumental music?”

“This branch of the church doesn’t practice singing with music.”

“But isn’t that what the book of Psalms is all about? And there are instruments talked about in Psalms.”

“The woman that I introduced you to.”

“Eliana?”

“Yes, she has told me a lot about what they practice. They don’t preach from the Old Testament. It’s just there.”

“How can you not?”

“They don’t put a lot of emphasis on Christmas either. More on Easter and the resurrection.”

“But if he hadn’t been born then how is his death and resurrection more important?”

“I’m not sure.”

“I liked the sermon. I thought it was strong, well put together. And I liked it that he didn’t read the bible. I can read. Don’t read to me.” She winked, “unless it’s agreed upon.” He blushed. “So what’s on your agenda this week?”

“I have in-service the next three days and school starts back Thursday.”

“I never understood that, why does school start back on a Thursday?”

“To ease the children back into going.”

“Blah, blah, blah.”

When they got home, they changed clothes and he came over to her house for lunch.  

“I haven’t heard you say anything in a while, how’s the ulcer?”

Winter Season