Being the silhouette at the front

Last Sunday morning my wife was singing in church.

That’s nothing new, she does so every month or so.

Each time she will be singing, I’ll sit with her in church.

Which means that we will be in the spit seats.

Up front.

Usually the place traditionally reserved for the minister’s spouse.

And, this Sunday, I felt the pressure of a minister’s spouse.

For, I felt on display.

And, honestly, I didn’t feel like performing since I was a little ill.

I would have happily just sat throughout the service.

A chilled non-participate.

Is this the strain that all the minister’s wives I’ve served beside have felt?

Is this why they tend to “volunteer” to be busy during the Sunday service?