Oh look, there’s the pastor in the coffee shop.
Think I’ll go tell him a long, rambling, disconnected story.
Oh, hi, pastor. Thanks so much for your little message Sunday. Reminded me of Amos Winkins, you remember him, he died just before you came.
He used to sit next to Shirley Johnson in the choir. Well, Johnson, then Jones, then Williams. I think she was Jones at that point. Anyway.
He was coming up to sing. Were you here yet when that director was directing the choir? Walked funny, but man, that head of hair. That was when we still had a choir. I miss the choir.
And the organ. Bill Watkins played the organ like nobody else. He could rip it up on the last stanza. Now we have the guitars. I suppose it’s best to bring in the young people. Still. You know how I feel.
Because you know who the givers are in the church. Otherwise, couldn’t keep the lights on.
But good to reach the young folks.
Anyway, Amos looked over to Bill, and Bill looked over to Shirley, and Shirley looked over to the piano player, Earline.
Earline was a hoot.
Earline yells back over to Bill and says, “It’s in E flat!” And Bill takes off with the intro to the wrong song.
And Amos starts singing “Oh Lord, my God,” and then he says, “Oh Lord, my God, that’s high!”
Turns out both Amos thought it was How Great Thou Art, and Earline thought it was He Touched Me, and Bill thought it was who knows what, and the whole church broke up laughing.
Anyway, that was a great message Sunday. Really touched me.