I was able to go to church this Sunday. It was really good. We love our priest and feel nourished on this unexpected path.
We chose the specific church we are at, to go through this process, because we really connected with the priest and felt like this would be a safe, not threatening place to be. This has proven to be true.
We did not choose this church for the jazzy-ish music.
The reality for me, unfortunately, when it comes to music, lies in two extremes. I am pretty much only going to be satisfied in an entirely acoustic, one guitar and a violin kind of scenario, or a cathedral choir. Everything in between just feels cheesy, which is pretty much most churches in America. Catholic or Protestant.
We'll find our way, and this place is our home for now. I will suffer through the jazz mass. one chord at a time.
hugs and kisses.
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you are hilarious. i want to write a big post, and i think i will soon, about our church here. it has turned out to be one of the safest places i've ever been. at least so far. and that is good.
Come visit Denton Bible. It will give you a new appreciation for your jazz mass.
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