Occasional Holy Man, Indifferent Bassist, and Maladroit Carpenter Who Offers Stray, Provocative, and Insouciant Thoughts about Religion, Archaeology, Human Foible, Surfing, Interesting People, and Quirky Music. [Also, "alot" is not a word.]
Friday, March 25, 2016
The Quietest Place, Perhaps in the World
The interior of the parish at 3 o'clock in the morning, during the vigil of the sacrament. If you squint, you can see the rector's cat in the choir loft, enjoying the view.