Monday, February 19, 2007
The Week begins with Sunday
This is my church. On Sundays when it isn't too cold I sit in this chair and watch the world go by, I sip tea (ok mostly in my flannel nightie) and think about things, work out problems, and general commune with God. One day a young woman came to talk to me about God while I was sipping my tea (yes of course this was one of the flannel nighty mornings). I explained that God was with us and told her to really look at my Church, When she really looked at my world, listened to the bird song, her shoulders began to relax, her face became blissful and the magic of the porch pumping into her, after some time she turned to me and agreed that I was "with" the program and left, hopefully wiser.