A couple of Sundays ago, Greg and I went to St. Alban's in Souris so that Greg could preside at the service that morning. It is such a wee tiny church.
Since we were early, I wandered around the cemetery looking at the gravestones.
Soon I was joined by a small tabby cat.
which seemed to know just here she was going.
Yes, off to church:
Greg was inside setting things up and generally getting ready.
No water for the wine! A human congregation member - the warden, in fact - feeling it would be inappropriate to get a glass of water from the restaurant right across the street went off to "the store" for a bottle of same. Would that have been the Co-op, the variety store or the Save Easy?
Meanwhile, decisions, decisions: which pew to choose ...
Aha, right at the back - very Anglican -
But before settling in, some more exploration would be fun. If only the organist were here, we could play a duet:
or I could help Greg with the prayers:
It seems I am not needed in the chancel:
This seems to be a comfortable pew:
Nice service, great hymns, thought-provoking sermon, I enjoyed the service. Now home for lunch:
Apparently Silver the cat has been in the habit of attending church for quite a while. At a recent service, she joined the priest at the front, and he picked her up and lead the congregation in singing All things bright and beautiful. I am sure she enjoyed the impromptu serenade.
At this service, she visited each pew during the sermon and of course was patted by everyone.
Alas, her people are moving, so Silver will have to join another congregation soon. She will be missed.
But St. Alban's doors will be always open in case she want to return.
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