Today was the day of the year we hold baptisms. We all gather in the field outside the church and sing some songs and those who want to get baptized share a bit of their stories. The church is right next to the river (where we actually do the baptisms), and so we all walk from the church and across a footbridge to the other side where there is a calm spot in the water. So this morning, as a bunch of people were crossing the bridge, a bear meandered across the river below and into the bushes updstream from where we do the baptisms.
I’m not sure what people in other places would have done in this situation, but out here in the country, well, we proceeded straight down to the river’s edge without so much as a concern and continued with the baptisms.
‘Cause out here, that’s just how we roll.
