Church, a few years back.
Skip to the end of the service, where the final hymn is sung and the audience rests in a moment of solitude, reflecting on the message, the meaning, and the moment as they await the priest’s blessing and affirmation to go into the world in peace….
Enter my little red head, caught up in the moment – with a fervor in her spirit and fire in her bones she interrupts the solitude to boldly proclaim her own message “That’s it. The show is over!”
The church erupted in laughter, the priest struggled to give the blessing, and my wife retreated into denial and disbelief that this ‘blessed’ event had just occurred.
