[Action] Memorial Day Services
[It isn't that Sunday Services are anything foreign to Grace at all- She's spent well over the past decade in Rapture as a 'Follower of the Lamb', after all. And it'll be nice, to hear some preachin' that isn't Father Wales and his usual gruff Utopian fire n' brimstoning.
But a true Christian service...she hasn't been to one'a them since her topside days. She didn't even realize it was Memorial Day weekend, or think anything of so many flags out on the porches, till she saw some drones handing out red poppies for a dime's donation to some veterans fund at the church doors. She tucked one in her hat.
And then there was the unexpected surprise of her participation. Getting the kids out and standing all respectable next to Atticus, dressed in Sunday best is one thing. Having some robed Drone at the pulpit call up "Mrs. Grace Finch to lead us in the Battle Hymn" was another.
Oh Lord, indeed. No pressure, Grace.
Maybe this community could use the reassurance, after all.
But it all came back like memory lightning, once she was standing up at the altar with hymnal open, smiling at her new Mayfield 'Family', alto voice as soulful and brassy as bells. Sorry folks, we are doin' it Baptist-style today.]
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord!He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword:His truth is marching on!
But a true Christian service...she hasn't been to one'a them since her topside days. She didn't even realize it was Memorial Day weekend, or think anything of so many flags out on the porches, till she saw some drones handing out red poppies for a dime's donation to some veterans fund at the church doors. She tucked one in her hat.
And then there was the unexpected surprise of her participation. Getting the kids out and standing all respectable next to Atticus, dressed in Sunday best is one thing. Having some robed Drone at the pulpit call up "Mrs. Grace Finch to lead us in the Battle Hymn" was another.
Oh Lord, indeed. No pressure, Grace.
Maybe this community could use the reassurance, after all.
But it all came back like memory lightning, once she was standing up at the altar with hymnal open, smiling at her new Mayfield 'Family', alto voice as soulful and brassy as bells. Sorry folks, we are doin' it Baptist-style today.]
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord!He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword:His truth is marching on!