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Would You Like Crackers with that Whine?
I’m tired of all the whining, including my own
I go to church every Sunday via Zoom, since the church I attend is about 13 hours from here. One good thing that came out of Covid was the shut down that forced anyone who wanted to communicate to use Zoom, and the church found that it was wonderful afterward, too, so the service is still on every Sunday.
I was not a church goer for quite a while. I grew up in the Episcopalian church; my mother was Protestant, and my father was Catholic, so they compromised and became Episcopal. My mother always whined that she felt she made the bigger sacrifice, but that was her attitude about most things anyway.
We attended the “low” church, meaning we didn’t have incense or quite as many bells; the “high Episcopal” church on the other side of town was more Catholic-like. All three of us kids were baptized Episcopal, and church attendance was just as much a part of Sunday as dinner midday and going swimming at the “Y” pool later in the afternoon. Dad didn’t go swimming with us. He was Youth Director at the “Y” and needed a day off from the building (and probably a few hours free of children, too.)
College put an end to my church attendance. I slept in on Sundays, and I had no way to get to a church from campus. When I went back the next…
