I marveled that this level of interest seemed to come so naturally to certain people when no matter how much effort I put into it, I couldn't seem to work up the enthusiasm for this sort of thing that Heavenly Father surely wanted and expected from me. Other people, including almost all of the boys, were dozing or doodling on their programs or had on the kind of glazed expression that seemed appropriate temporally if perhaps wrong celestially.
Finally she came to the "in the name of Jesus Christ, amen" part, which meant only one more droning hymn and one more elaborate prayer. After that there would be only two more hours of meetings, each only a little more painfully dull than the last, and each with an attendance sheet to pass around and sign.
After the usual eternity, we were set free for another week. My friends and I stepped out of the science center where our ward's Sunday services were held and into the autumn afternoon sunlight.
Immediately Wendy challenged Lavyrne to a quick race, and they sprinted off to be the first to touch the wall of a building about a hundred yards away. The two of them were always racing each other like that -- best friends with a bit of a fun, competitive spirit. It was kind of a ridiculous image to see them doing it in their Sunday dresses and shoes though.
Of course even sitting reverently in church neither one of them looked particularly natural in a Sunday dress. This highlighted something of a sore spot for me about the church, namely that being the only true church on the Earth for everyone, it was necessarily a one-size-fits-all church. Yet, like most one-size-fits-all items, it fit some better than others. I certainly wasn't much more at home in the standard pioneer-gingham Sunday attire than Wendy or Lavyrne. I was dying to get back into my comfy jeans.
Some of the other girls fared a little better in their Sunday best. My older sister April, who was the RA on my floor this year, always found a way to look nice. Amy, my best friend from my high school days, seemed to do as well in a dress as in jeans. Lavyrne's roommate Trisha was kind of overweight, so I couldn't really tell if church dresses looked better or worse on her than anything else. My own roommate Janie seemed to have been born to wear a pioneer dress, and in fact looked ill at ease in her version of weekday clothing.
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