“Today I Hear the Benches Singing”
“We will begin by singing — uh, by NOT singing — Hymn #. . . ,” the brand-new bishop said, called just one Sunday before church shut down for sixteen weeks. This is our first masked Sunday back. Intentional emptiness. Every fourth row has a white paper sign taped up: “Sit here.” No hymnbooks in the pews. The organ on autoplay because the only organist doesn’t have a last name beginning with H through M. Home scripture study nourishes me, home sacrament where possible — but there’s a different kind of strength in being together as a community of Christ. […]
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