My Take
DiVoran Lites
One Sunday I had the remains of a bad cold that kept me home from church t
he Sunday before. I couldn’t sing without coughing, so I danced–free style–as I used to when I was a child. One of our ladies, a red-hat lady, dances with a banner every Sunday and gives one to all of the children who want one. We even have a one year old, Joy, who is allowed to wander into the open space at the front, so it won’t be long until she’s offered a banner, too.
I had a wonderful time with the music. I wore a white tiered skirt, my favorite top with ruffled cap sleeves, and a pair of large, lightweight Chartreuse shoulder-duster earrings I bought at a neighbor’s garage sale just to help her out. I whirled and waved my banner. I didn’t care if there’s no fool like an old fool because I had such a great time, but today one of our dear pastors told me everyone enjoyed it immensely. He gave me the impression that there might have been something spiritual in it. How wonderful it was to hear that enjoying myself as much as I did could have a good effect on other worshippers too.
Old Things R New 
You draw such a vivid word picture, DiVoran, I had to restrain myself from getting up to dance. : – )
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