It’s a moment more tense than a long pause during a group prayer. A moment filled with more unspoken expectations and fears than when the pastor picks up a fussy child during the baby dedication. A moment more social than the summer picnic potluck, and with significantly fewer ways to run away, unless you want to vault over rows of chairs and sprint for the exit (which is apparently frowned upon in some circles).
I’m talking about that terrifying split second when your pastor tells you to “Turn around and greet your neighbors.” For those who’d rather remain quietly in their seats, happily worshipping and reading and listening alone, it’s a rude awakening. If that’s you, I’ve got a few survival tips from years of experience. Read on, my introverted friends. Read on.
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