divine mercy sunday

it was a long morning on the line.

i had a new song to sing and was excited about that, so i bounced out of bed at dawn and had to cool my heels a little before it was time to go walk the line.

ken stone either needs a driving refresher course or an anger management seminar.

and karen rounds flipped me off this morning with the juiciest, most theatrical middle finger display i have seen  in adults.

stay classy, karen.

tan car man went by and said good morning as usual. there were the usual selection of waves and thumbs up, and one very disappointed tightlipped headshaker.

oddly, there seemed to be an unusual number of first time sign readers.

it was communion sunday inside the congregation of silence. i know that the pastor stood and said no matter who you are or where you are on their spiritual journey, all are welcome at this table. i know she said that, because until the williston federated church threw me out so they didn't have to be all uncomfortable about the assault, i used to hear those words and love them.

of course, now i know that all are not welcome at that table and that essentially it is a lie.

it is a lie to say that we care for our own.

it is a lie to say that we care about a safe church.

the united methodist church crisis response team is a lie.

the united church of christ safe churches initiative is a lie.

the claim that all are welcome is a lie.

they will say all are welcome at this table for this meal
they will say all are welcome at this table for this meal
but they will not serve the victim and the welcome is not real
and we'll know they are liars by their deeds, by their deeds
and we'll know they are liars by their deeds.

they will say all are welcome but we know they're just words
they will say all are welcome but we know they're just words
as they;re driving in the parking lot they're flipping you the bird

and we'll know they are liars by their deeds, by their deeds
and we'll know they are liars by their deeds.

during the service a woman who has seen me on the corner "all the time" stopped to ask me to tell the story. when i got to the part about the coverup she said "i'm not surprised."

and she said an interesting thing: "i have given up on churches. God does not live there anymore."

after church a woman asked me to tell her the story.

i did. i thanked her for asking. she offered me a donut.

it was funny, because i had been coveting the donuts, but i declined because, well, seriously. that is WAY more sugar and fat than i should have had in my stomach at that hour of day.

but it was sweet of her to ask and i went home with a light heart.

so.

see you on the line tomorrow.

and tomorrow.

and tomorrow.

there's time.