Remembering Grace

I grew up attending an absolutely spectacularly beautiful church.  Little kids can’t contextually appreciate such, so consequently, I was well into adolescence before I really realized that not all churches were so.

I stopped by Grace’s home page tonight, and was delighted to discover that my first church now has a female rector.  That is so cool.

I guess it’d be semi-crazy to drive down one Sunday morning to hear what she has to say, but I still might do it.

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