Woodstock Churchlady . . . Postcards from a long, strange spiritual journey: Maundy, Maundy

Miss Kitty says:

You can't deny . . .

Why Woodstock Churchlady?

Why Not?

Or to offer the
observations and comments of a (formerly Unitarian) Episcopal Boomer churchlady
on church, faith, belief, doubt, whatever (but forget about theology) in the
hope of giving the reader things to think about and relief that he or she isn’t
“the only person in the world who ever felt that way.” (Not to mention to
help myself figure out things - at least a few.)
And to give readers a
chance to share their own ideas and feelings. (If you want to comment,
click “No comment.” Seriously.)

I was born when Truman was
President, raised a Presbyterian (Sunday School, church camp, Youth Fellowship,
church-related college). I tried to Episcopal Church in my twenties, then
became a Unitarian.

In my forties, I wandered
into the Episcopal church down the street, since the Unitarian Church was over an hour away. 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.”

Woodstock Churchlady . . . Postcards from a long, strange spiritual journey

Thursday, April 18, 2019

Maundy, Maundy

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