TOO MANY JOKES ABOUT MY NAME

I don't mind being my ward's back-up chorister.
The regular chorister is often late - she has a toddler AND a new-born - so I step in for at least the opening hymn... and sometimes the sacrament hymn... without much hesitation.



And today was one such a day.


But at least I didn't have to lead the closing hymn.


Which was "Hope of Israel."