In my forties, I wandered into the Episcopal church down the
street, since the Unitarian Church was an hour away. They had the most delicious doughnuts at
Coffee Hour! It was a short journey from
attendee to the Hospitality Committee to the Newsletter to the Vestry. But on the whole, it’s a long, strange trip,
and there are a lot of times when I can barely see. But there are
those precious times when “the light’s all shining on me.”
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