Things don't really start happening on the Old Threshers' grounds until 9 AM or so, and Cliff and I were showered and finished with breakfast in the camper by 7:30.
Looking at the schedule, I noticed there was a church service on the campground at 8 AM:
"Cliff, I'm going to go to Church; it starts at 8."
"It says here, 'Old-fashioned singing and preaching'. We're just waiting around until 9 anyhow. We both have cell phones, so we can keep in touch."
"Can't I go too?"
So, we were off to church.
The song-leader led us in old songs from my childhood, songs like "Love Lifted Me" and "In My Heart There Rings a Melody". People were singing bass and alto and suprano, and it was lovely. I'd guess there were forty or so people there... more than I'd have expected on a Saturday morning at 8 o'clock.
The speaker was a truck driver, not a full-time pastor; but he did a great job of preaching straight from the heart, in a very convicting manner.
When the hour was up we walked out, Cliff saying, "Well, I just knew that would be a snoozer, but it wasn't; it was real nice."