I've been going to church for sixty eight years. In other words, there wasn't a time I didn't. For the last forty-one of those years I've been running the show. So it's Transfiguration. And I'm in the choir. I like our church. I like our pastor.
It's still weird.
But last Sunday I listened to the Pastoral Prayer, and I heard it.
Weird it may be, but I'm very grateful for the discipline and the presence and the community. Who knows? I might get used to sitting in the choir loft.
Fat Chance.
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