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Rule 9: Pastors are friends...


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When the Pastor starts super late after you've exhausted all your music and are 3 songs past the one you intentionally planned to be the last one... (Pastors are friends, not food.)
When the Pastor skips ahead 3 pages right to a song that you don't even have open yet... (Pastors are friends, not food.)
When he realizes 10 minutes later and goes back to the part he skipped, right to the song you closed because he moved on, and naturally gives you no warning ... (Pastors are friends, not food.)
When he sends you the hymns on Saturday... 
When he changes the hymns... 
When he forgets to mention there's a soloist....
Just keep telling yourself through gritted teeth: we are on the same side... we are on the same side. we are on the same side. 
Pastors are friends, not food.
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