Today, we exchanged the Peace, and sang the Olfactory Hymn. As we started in to the Eucharistic prayer. a woman--a warden once--behind me proclaimed loudly that we haven't even exchanged the peace yet. I think her mind is going. I guess we all get there. It reminds me of the struggles with my own father when he was in the home. The worst part of it all is than when we've gone goofy, we don't even know; it hurts those around us.
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This blog is a personal journal about my feelings and views regarding religion and politics, displayed in a public forum with the intention of being read and reflected upon for a better understanding of me and those who are like minded. The Table has traditionally been a place of family meeting, gathering around and sharing of ourselves as well as sharing of food. It was very important in the ministry of Christ and to His disciples (see posts from 3/30/13 & 8/28/14).
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