A few little things marred Cathy’s Sunday morning: Dustin forgot to wear his shoes, of all things! She had been busy dressing the baby, trying to be on time for once, so she hadn’t really noticed him until they were walking in. “I can’t blame him for not wanting to wear them,” she told his Primary teacher. “They’re too small, but . . .”
“Shh! Everybody will want to go around in their stockings!” she smiled.
So her prelude music was a little late in starting, but, then, they were always a little late in beginning the program, so it wasn’t so bad. She wished she could play the organ better, but she did the best she could, determining that next week she would surely practice. She only lost her place once and got most of the notes right this morning, coming out of the opening hymn flushed and triumphant because she and the chorister ended together.
She sat in a padded seat during the sacrament, pulling down on her dress frequently because it was too short standing and definitely so while sitting. But it was the only dress she owned, so it had to do. However, her hair had come out right. She’d gotten just the right lift to the bangs and sprayed them up with lots of spray, so they hadn’t wilted yet.
She looked at the Sharp family who cared for her kids so she could play. Pretty good. The baby wasn’t crying yet, and Dustin’s lack of shoes made his standing and stomping on the bench almost silent. Maybe he should be shoeless every time!
She really related to the talks, especially the one about baptism. How long since that wonderful day in her life, now? Four and a half months. She felt herself get nervous as the closing song approached. It had four sharps, and she was better with flats than sharps. Still, she managed to keep up pretty well, having to cut out part of the right hand at times, but keeping up the base beat all through it.
As she played the postlude, a nice, slow hymn in the key of C, she managed a pedal tone on the last note. Brother Smith came towards her, white hair making him look like one of the General High Priests. Was that the term? General Authorities. That’s what he looked like one of.
“What a good job you’re doing, Cathy! It’s wonderful to hear that organ played again. You know, once this ward house was the center of a very musical stake and we installed a fine pipe organ, held organ recitals in here.”
She closed the book and slid off the seat. “I wish I could have organ lessons. There’s so much I don’t know about the organ!”
“You’re fine! The accompanist before you just played the piano, didn’t even try the organ. Through the years, the boundary changes have cut out most people trained to read music and play the hymns, though I understand we could get up a rap rhythm combo in a moment. Now we really have to hunt for organists. You were prayed here, Cathy!”
“I was prayed here?” She was nearly knocked over by Dustin’s enthusiastic tackle. She saw that the Sharps were in no hurry to hand over the baby. The oldest daughter was making her laugh with a little toy.
“Yes, then after Sister Como moved, we had no who could play the hymns. We were considering playing a CD accompaniment. Then you joined the church! You are the answer to our prayers!”
Prayed for! Imagine that! Imagine being the answer to anybody’s prayers!