it's a small church, after allWe all joke about how small the Episcopal Church is, that there's really on twenty of us and the rest is all done with mirrors, etc. etc.
I know all that and yet I'm still blown away when something happens like an incident this morning:
I was supplying at a church in the metro area that was new to me, and as I was vesting before the 8:00, the lay minister asked me if I had been in the Diocese of X? "Why, yes," I replied. "Well, do you know so and so?" "Sure, I went to seminary with her, and I miss her greatly."
"She's my daughter."
So I got to have breakfast with a seminary friend/colleague's parents, which was a trip and great fun.
(There are longer posts in the works, with photos and such, but blogging with a cold is just not very much fun at all.)