Yesterday was a good day. The travel gods delivered me to church in plenty of time despite the weekend subway changes. There was a man with a deep, baritone voice seated in the pew behind me, so it was nice to have someone else singing besides me. I was looking forward to going to Dive Bar afterward with Pale male, but we all got the surprise of ( Read more... )

The message of Crosby's sermon was that we can walk a little taller because we belong to G-d. That He is, in effect, Our Father. We've lost that early memory of being proud that our dad could kick your dad's ass (if, he wanted to.) Or, was taller or smarter or better looking. Or, happened to be the principal of the school. G-d is all those things ( Read more... )

I wasn't actually at church two Sundays ago. I was participating in the thirty-somethingeth gathering of the the International Co-Counseling Community's Gay Men's Workshop. It was via Zoom for the third year in a row. I don't have a lot of notes on it. Everyone's getting old; watching the rows upon rows of Brady Bunch-style squares up and down my ( Read more... )

It's that time again. When Christians around the world put the cross on their heads (if only figuratively this year) and realize once again that this is a real religion. It demands stuff from you ( Read more... )

This was an Altar Guild weekend so there was every bit as much shuttling back and forth to St. Michael's as the weekend before, but, without the stress of a moonshot hanging over it. The first thing I did when I arrived before Kitchen was ask Andrea, who just happened to be putting in some extra hours that morning, to open the mail room. There, sat ( Read more... )

My RC/St. Mike's meter is still at high noon and, in fact, got a significant nudge in the RC direction later yesterday afternoon. I didn't even go to St. Michael's for Mass. I went to Ascension instead. I arrived right inn the middle of the Gloria. Apparently, Mother Liz was just back from vacation and her sermon was almost compelled to cover the ( Read more... )

I'm not sure what last Sunday's theme was supposed to be. There were a lot of Scripture readings having to do with laws and strictures against this and that. I had to search my program to make sure they weren't quoting from St. Paul (again.) The Rector followed this up with another one of her painfully hard sermons that more and more seem directed ( Read more... )

It's official. I think I've had nearly as many dreams about Crosby as I have had about Mom since they both went away. On some level, inside my lizard brain, they are equally dead or equally alive - I'm not quite sure which. With distance and time, my fantasies involving Crosby have become relatively tame. I no longer dream that we live together. I ( Read more... )

This was an almost perfect Sunday. I think of it as a Sunday that hit all of its marks. I arrived at service in time to see Bing deliver another flawless stewardship homily. As has been his habit the last couple of years, it was delivered from the altar steps, without any visible notes. Then, at some point after the Nicene Creed, as I sneaked a ( Read more... )

Good grief. Has it really been that many Sundays since Pentecost ( Read more... )