We were in the usual hustle to get the kids up and rolling to make it to our 9am church. Sadly the boy had trouble getting out of bed, so we didn't make it until half way through sacrament meeting.
There we were, all six of us, sliding into the very back row of the chapel. The first speaker wraps up and several men start heading for the front.
My wife leans over, "Is the choir singing today?"
Now I have to think about it. First off, I haven't made it to choir practice for a couple weeks, but I do seem to recall that the men had a special musical number coming up.
"I guess so," I say, grabbing a hymn book and heading to the front.
As I'm stepping up with the men on the stand, I suddenly realize that there is only ONE member of the choir in this group. I leaned in close to him, "Is this not a choir number?"
He shakes his head. "No."
Now I have a split second to decide between the walk-of-shame ALL THE WAY to the back of the chapel, or stay and sing a song I haven't practiced.
"Well, I'm already here," I said as I stepped in line with the guys.
Fortunately they were singing, 'Let The Lower Lights Be Burning' and I knew, or could follow, the rest of the basses. I'd even like to think God was helping me out of a sticky situation.
It went well and we all had a good laugh about it after church. The other guys thanked me for pitching in with their families musical number. They were really nice about something that was super embarrassing for me.
But I realized that I learned a few things that day:
- Be on time to church so I can read the program
- Go to choir practice if I'm going to sing in church
- This one is probably the most important. I learned that I'm the type of person that, even if I'm going to make a fool of myself, I'll throw myself out there and try to fly.