Batman came to church in Senior’s City today. The Hubster and I were sitting in our little side pew waiting for the meeting to start when I saw something move from the corner of my eye. I looked up and saw what I thought was a bird flying near the ceiling. Then, as it swooped low over the heads of the congregation the old familiar theme began playing in my head and I thought, “Holy fruit salad! It’s Batman!“ …and that’s when the fun began. Let me set up a picture for you: imagine sitting quietly listening to the prelude music as you wait for the service to start. People…

This sounds terrible, but I’m usually a little less enthusiastic about attending testimony meetings in my ward than I am about going on any ol’ Sunday. We have a very …eccentric… ward that’s chalk full of old people who love to tell the same stories that have no point every Sunday. We are definitely one of those wards where the same people get up evvvvvvvery week. However, today the Hubs and I arrived to find the chapel full of people we didn’t recognize. As we’ve been away visiting other places the past few weeks we were immediately excited–had they reorganized the ward boundaries in our absence and answered our prayers?…