Well, it's Sunday again. This time I made the cut and got to go to LDS church services in Chennai.
We woke up at 5:30 to get over to the girls hostel at 6 so the house mom could wrap us in our Sari's. I don't know how these women do it day after day, that thing was intense to get into!
Then, we loaded up and left at 7, got to church at 9. Yep, 2 hours. At home, the church is in our neighborhood. In Provo, it's about a 5 minute drive and then I complain about the 5 minute walk from the parking lot. Seriously Amy? Note to self: Stop complaining about that.
These saints have got it going on. They know what sacrifice is and it yields beautiful results. Good good people. After sacrament I got stepped on, well the back of my sari did, I came all unraveled. So embarrassing! The ladies were so great though, one of them pulled me into the baptismal font room and gathered me back together. She saved the day! It was a great experience, I'm really glad I got the chance to go. You know how they say the church is the same everywhere you go? Well it's true. Except for here in India you wear belly shirts and about 5 yards of fabric. I heart Indian culture :)