I clearly remember (for whatever reason) I sat without my parents, toward the front of the hall. That particular program, the elder on the platform, read that scripture where Jesus says, “Take my yoke, because my yolk is kindly and my load is light.” The elder then, with a gesture, stated, “See, the load is light.” I knew the load was heavy, I turned around to look at all the faces behind me did not agree with him, either.
Funny, talking about facial expressions, I came back to the hall for my dad’s funeral. I successfully faded, about 10 years before. My husband was by my side, my toddler daughter on my hip. Many witnesses expressed condolences to me, but their faces looked jealous. Because I was free! And they were slaves. 🙁