Do I hear witness?

Sunday we took Marin and Emmy to the AME Zion church so they could mingle with other African Americans. They were the belles of the ball. Everybody wanted to touch them and hold them and ask questions about them. The kids, being attention hounds, lapped it up.

The first half of the service involved a lot of music and gospel singing and our girls seemed to really enjoy that. They were smiling and rocking back and forth in time with the music. Then the sermon started. If you've ever been to an AME service, you know the sermon can be enthusiastic.

Afterward, I asked Marin how she enjoyed the church. She said "Why that man yell at me too loud? Why he angry. I was good girl. Why he yell at me too much?" It is always so interesting to see how Marin and Emmy interpret things.