An old Methodist church in a small town in southern Minnesota.
Waiting for the wedding guests to arrive.
There are a lot of things to worry about when you know you're going to play the harp in an old church. Like if you'll be able to fit the harp and cart through the narrow doors. Like if the building will be air conditioned. Like if you'll be able to fit the harp in at the front without having to place it high up on the platform and thus distract attention from the bride and groom.
But mostly, I worry about being able to manage to haul the harp up the flights and flights of stairs old churches always have on the way to the sanctuary.
On Saturday, I needn't have worried about the stairs, though there were plenty.
This old church had been updated with an elevator. Miraculous.
Harp in, push the button...
...and up some more...
The harp at the sanctuary level and I didn't even have to get a hernia
or break a sweat lugging the harp up stairs.
And we're ready for the wedding to begin, easy as that.