Our tiny 3 mile island boasts 8 churches, of different denominations. Everything from Wesley Methodist to Jehovah’s Witnesses. Sometimes one church feels the need to shout out the praises of the Lord. And I mean shout. Standing on the edge of the road, microphone in hand, ghetto blaster speakers plugged in, they begin their open air sermon.
Domino found it hard to concentrate on her homework the other afternoon, because of this sound drifting up our garden path.
We went outside and stood together and listened.
“What are they singing about?” she asked
“God” I said, lifting her up and close
“Bob” she replied “Who’s Bob?”