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Stained glass windows
Allelulias dancing across walls
Same pictures
Same fonts
Same followers no matter where I go
Choirs of penguins
Avidly involved parishioners
Vestry members meeting
But am I the same?
Yearning to sing
Yearning to feel
Yearning to belong
Hard to believe I don't belong
Where I grew up
Where everyone does know my name
Knew me when I was young
Every week, walking up for Communion
"Oh, there's Betsy's daughter, what's-her-name"
I've seen priests come and go
But today where only a handful know who I am
I can sit and recite every prayer
Every syllable committed to heart...
I don't know how that would have ended had I not been interrupted by the rest of the church service today. And I realize that it doesn't necessarily make sense or even follow any kind of pattern. It's just what came out of my brain while I was sitting there on the pew.
I also wanted to share some of the things that caught my attention during the sermon.
"To know God's love, to feel God's love in the midst of death..."
"I don't need Jesus to tell me I'm being bad."
"The point of following God is to become yourself."
"The nagging feeling of being an imposter."
(I'm not sure if this was from the preacher or from me...it's not quite clear in my notes.)
"New strength, hopefulness new...New Earth, heavens new..."
(I have no idea what this meant, but I wrote it down and it must have meant something at the time...)
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