Attending a singles ward was never meant to be a permanent lifestyle; the assemblage roster rotates rather rapidly.
I know this, and I’m reminded of it every year.
Each passing summer, most singles wards experience a little something I like to call the “fifteen freshmen” — the reciprocated phraseology should help to illustrated that it’s not what you think it might be.
Summertime is preceded by high school graduation, which brings an incoming recruitment to any singles congregation.
My ward (as with a majority of other singles wards) is affiliated with a stake that encompasses a few traditional family wards. These family wards filter their growing youth into marriage factories — singles wards.
Each year, these young budding single-ettes (usually about 15 in number) find new residence within a singles ward.
Last Sunday, our bishop announced the new recruits and welcomed them into our ward. He invited the new attendees to stand and be recognized — a good portion of the congregation stood.
I can’t believe it! Am I getting too old for this scene?
Fifteen new “pre-mi’s,” and “cresting 30″ is cresting 31 — the age of reckoning. I can picture it now …
“Brother Osmond. We’ve noticed that you’ve been attending a singles ward for nearly 13 year. Isn’t it about time you got married?”
It just goes to show … you can act young, you just can’t always be young.
Here’s to you, my new recruits.