By Philip Scholz
He was never comfortable in church. The repetitive sitting and standing throughout services were hard to keep up with, especially when one was blind. He always felt awkward upon realizing he’d missed some visual cue. Was it so hard for ministers to verbalize these signals?
But she’d asked him to come today. Given this beautiful person said “yes” to his cautious romantic overtures, this was a small burden.
He felt a tug on his arm. It was her, indicating he should stand.
He rose, smiling at her. She understood and he loved her for it. Maybe church wouldn’t be so bad.
A very thoughtful, well written story.
Poignant. Insightful.
On a lighter note, we once attended a Baptist service in Texas where their custom was to sing the second hymn sitting down. Being English Anglicans, we automatically stood up and started singing and were so wrapped in what we were doing that we didn’t notice we were the only ones standing up.
Nice to read a story with tenderness in it, for a change. Well done!
Great going, Philip, a tender piece.
A very sweet story.
Sentimental bullshit. I’d be embarrassed to write crap like that. All it lacks is puppies and kittens.
well and what is there to say against puppis and kittens? Sentimental, yes. But far better than your rudeness
David, did you miss the bit about offering constructive advice? Nothing wrong with a little sweetness now and then
keep writing, Philip. It´s a beautiful story
Beautiful story. I loved it.
So insightful! Thank you for writing it, Philip!
I member as a kid there was always some one who did that to a person who didn’t know.