Being a member and taking the sacrament at church my whole life, you would think moving to Spokane wouldn't change anything. Unfortunately I have never been so embarrassed and felt so awkward and uncomfortable at the same time. I have requested that Jared tells this story; mostly because he is funnier than me, and I know he won't leave any details out. The more the better!
Here's Jared:
Well, hello there! This is my first blogging experience. Lets hope that it's a good one. I've been told that I am pretty funny, this is an understatement of course but lets hope that at least some of my genius hilarity transfers from person to blog.
The incident in question is the perfect description of Reagan's awkwardness, something that I have always loved her for. Let the record show that I do in fact love Reagan and that I am laughing WITH her not AT her.
Here we go... So Reagan and I were sitting on a small pew all to ourselves off to the side of the chapel towards the front. The ward here in Spokane is not huge but not small. So we probably stuck out a little bit but not too much. Either way, there were eyes on us. Watching. Anticipating... Well Reagan gave them something to talk about... So the sacrament was passed to us. Reagan was sitting closer to the aisle so she was passed the tray first. We took the bread without incident. The water was different. The deacon held the tray and waited for us to partake all the while watching our every move. Reagan moved to take a cup but last second changed her mind and took a different one (I'm not sure what makes one little cup of water better than another). This fake out drew more attention from the deacon and myself. Reagan went on to take another much better cup I guess. Put it to her lips and tilted her head back. Then, the most curious thing occurred. I watched in almost slow motion as Reagan took her cup and placed it back in the tray, not in the middle where the used cups go. No, she put it back in tray. Back with the other full cups. Back for someone to pick up and drink from. Back in the rotation I guess. Maybe a great desire to share or recycle overcame her, I don't know... I looked at her, she wasn't looking. Just being totally normal. I looked at the deacon, when our eyes met I saw the look of the most confused 12 year old I have ever seen. Fortunately for the rest of the congregation I don't share Reagan's view on sharing sacrament cups so when she passed me the tray I took her cup and put in it in the center of the tray with the rest of the used cups. Then I took my cup and drank. Reagan just stared at me when I trashed her cup. She just looked at me with a face that said, "Why would you do that?" It had totally lapsed her mind that I had thrown out HER cup not just any cup. I put my cup back in the tray (in the right spot) and gave it back to the bewildered deacon with a nod and small smile. By the time he got the tray Reagan connected the dots in her head. It was the most hilarious thing to watch her realize what she had done. At first she denied it. Then she embraced it as a one time thing. Then she said it might have happened before and she didn't notice. Then she remembered that we were in a new ward and everyone was watching her already. This made her think that she was going to get kicked out of church or something. Pure embarrassment. It was great. I just laughed under my breath the whole time.
That is the story of Reagan giving her sacrament cup back for everyone else to use.
Your welcome.
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