We overslept on Sunday morning. Luckily not by much. Scurrying around prepping for church in a hurry was complicated by our unfamiliarity with our new condo and by our hasty unpacking done in a haze of fatigue the previous evening. The Daniels picked us up about 8:20 a.m. in two different vehicles and we caravanned to church.
Welcome to the St. Martin Branch, Mon!
For friends who may read this who are not Mormon, here’s a quick crash course in Mormon vocabulary: A congregation of Mormon’s comes in two types: wards and branches. Wards are big. Branches are small. I don’t know the definitive number where a ward becomes a branch, but I do know that the St. Martin branch is a long ways from reaching it. Neither is better than the other, they are just different. And each has their own peculiarities and challenges.
I had no idea what to expect of the St. Martin branch. None of us did. And yet trying to keep an open mind, it turned out, didn’t help ease the culture shock very much.
Ok, it didn’t actually help at all. Read the rest of this entry »