My dad played in a jazz band while I was growing up, so we spent many weekend afternoons at “jam sessions”. I felt right at home when I visited a church in Sacramento today that had a jazz band instead of an organ.
Cool.
At lunch after the service an older woman ahead of me introduced herself.
I asked, “Have you attended here a long time?”
“Oh, I used to attend here, but now I just come back for the luncheon each month to see all my friends.”
“Did you move?”
“Just churches – I like a more reverent service, not all those horns!”
I had to laugh to myself.
Hmmm… Trumpets?
But being new in town, I was grateful just to be there, and was sure she was as comfortable with her preferences as I am with mine. All I could say was…
“Would you look at that pie!”