Everybody talks about church and religion around here. It's assumed that everyone is a "believer". Along with a few other cities, Nashville is considered the Buckle of the Bible Belt.
Today I went to Hobby Lobby to return some things. If you don't already know, Hobby Lobby is closed on Sundays to allow employees time for worship and family. It's posted on the front door. There's an older gentleman who works as a cashier there. Every time I'm there, I hear him end each transaction with these words: Lord bless your day. Those would be fighting words in a Northeastern city where I used to live.
Tomorrow I will help babysit a bazillion kids from church while their parents go to the temple. Today it was my job to buy snacks and supplies. My Costco cart was full of animal crackers, grapes, already-sliced apples, goldfish, sanitizing wipes, etc. The woman behind me asked if I was buying stuff for church or for a daycare, in that order. First, it's amazing that she even talked to me. Second, she managed to mention church.
Costco didn't have pretzels so I went to GFS, a great find by the way. (It's a restaurant supply store that we discovered when preparing for girls' camp last summer.) The cashier asked if my purchase (only two bags of pretzels mind you) was for a church or some other organization. She wasn't just making conversation - lots of churches and other organizations have accounts there.
I wonder how much I'll allow the culture here to shape and mold me. I reckon it's bound to happen. It's happened in the other places that I've lived. Heck, I already drive a truck. Next time I see y'all, you'll have to tell me if you notice any differences.
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