I had dinner last night with one of the other trombone players. That was quite interesting! He said that he was told that I am still allowed to put the music folders away after the 11:00 service. Also. it looks like they are willing to let me come back in a couple of weeks. According to him, the worship minister said that he "believes in redemption". His remark was that I was told not to do something, and I did it any way, with no specifics. My friend told me that it was announced that I would not be in the orchestra for a month, and that the matter was confidential, and asked people to pray for my family. I'll bet it is confidential! Of course I got a bit of a laugh out of that matter of prayimg for my family. Well, word is getting around the orchestra any how, because enough people do know, so I am just sitting back and letting my absence be felt. I have also been holding my wife close as often as possible when we are together in the church.
My friend indicated that the church is probably OK with me having a second wife, if I do so discretely. Now if that isn't progress, I don't know what is. I figure that if that is the case, and one day I do get a second wife, she will have to belong to a different church, but I don't mind going to her church every now and then, just to show my face and attend the parent child dedication services that we will have when chldren arrive. It will be cool to let people in her church know that I am the father, and that she is not some single mother who got pregnant out of wedlock.
On Sunday, I spoke with the former orchestra director, and she said that they missed me, and I said that I missed them too. I told a few other people at church that I had gotten booted out of the orchestra, but I gave no specifics. I figure I'll let them do their own inquiry!
On a side note, my wife rehashed her insecurities as we were on the way home from me picking her up from her workplace, asking whether I still loved her. I told her that I still do, and that will never change. My little boy was in the back seat, and hr asked, "What if we get a second mommy? Will you still love her?" I repeated that I will still love her. She told him not to ask that, but he did so, a second and thirf or fourth time, and each time, I repeated that I will always love mommy, no matter what! She repeated her command in exasperation, telling him not to ask that question, to no avail, and I repeated my answer each time.
I still believe that one day she will come around. That always brings a smile to my face.