A Joyful Noise

So, I'm singing (if you want to call it that) in the choir Friday night.

I was asked, and like the true dolt I am, I agreed. I'll muddle through it, somehow.

But I mentioned it at work last night. After the laughter died down, I was quizzed on the church part. As if it is inconceivable that I attend church. And would be welcomed there.

During the quizzing, I mentioned, also, that I am a licensed lay eucharistic minister. More laughter.

There are now people willing to pay admission to my church for Christmas eve service. Apparently, they think there will be lightning bolts and gnashing of teeth, possibly a miracle or three.

Whatever.