Last Sunday a young mother stood a few feet back from the pulpit, her hands clasped behind her back.
I've never met the girl, but I know her mother-in-law and I've seen her around the chapel and neighborhood with her boys. She seems nice enough. You know the type.
The pianist began to play, and then she opened her mouth.
Yeesh. It was amazing.
It probably helped that she was singing one of my favorite songs, but still.
This is the closest rendition I could find on YouTube: (I'm not really sure who put together the visuals; some of them don't make much sense–but this is the song she sang.)