The Soloist
"Please open your hymnal to song 328 and join together in song."
The organist played the first bars, and the parishoners boredly mumbled along. One voice rose above the rest, though, very young and very enthusiastic:
"Amaaaaazing graaaaapes, how sweeeeet the sooooong, to saaaaave a rat like meeeeeeeeee!"
Everyone noticed. Judging by their faces, the congregation was split between "adorable" and "blasphemous." The embarassed young mother whispered pleadings in her daughters ear, but she sang louder, and near everyone else had stopped to chuckle or tut-tut.
I couldn’t have picked a better day for my second coming.
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