Back in the early 90s I went to visit Brooklyn. We had a friend who had married a bethel boy and now they were serving there together. She was in housekeeping. I remember her telling us that these morning worship sessions were torturous for her. She's not a morning person at all, so she said that every morning she would want to stay in bed until the last possible moment, then rush to put on a skirt or dress, fix her hair, and her and her husband would get there just in time. She said she just wanted to be left alone in the mornings, but there were inevitably irritating people at their table who wanted to talk. Then, she suffered through these ridiculously long sessions. She said she would try to just stare at the clock, willing it to go faster so she could eat and get out of there.
That's the way I would be. I absolutely hate mornings. If anyon comes around me in the mornings, I'm an asshole to them. I just don't want to be bothered. My eyes are blurry, my mind isn't awake yet... I just don't want any human contact until I've had time to wake up.
I can't imagine having to endure this every single morning. What's the point of it? I bet at least half of the people sitting there at the tables aren't even listening.
