My confession.

I don’t think I’ve ever shared this before.

This is something I’ve been keeping inside for years.

Why?

Because I’m probably the only one who does this.

What is this ridiculous confession I need to make?

At church, I constantly watch the sign language translator.

I can’t help myself.

It started out innocently. I wanted to know what a weird word like “hermeneutics” was in sign language.

So I peeked. Ahh, so that’s what it is. I would have never guessed that! And just like that, I was hooked.

Now, if I’m in a church that has a sign language interpreter, I don’t even see the pastor. If you asked me what he looks like at the end of the service, I would say, “Biped, couple of legs, pair of arms, maybe a mustache?”

Even worse, now I look for them when I am speaking. I love seeing how they sign out something like “Jesus Juke” or “Booty, God, Booty.”

Recently at a college, during one of my speeches, the sign language guy got so tired following me he had to tag someone else in to finish the speech.

I love sign language. I worked at a special needs camp in high school where we needed to know a little. So maybe it’s not a huge problem I have, just a little one.

But am I the only one who does this?

Have you ever stared at the sign language interpreter during church?