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Stilldreamn
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Today, my boss hosted (at her expense) a nice “thank-you” luncheon for the electricians that did some work at our facility. Work lunches are usually times for silent prayer but one of the electricians asked if he could give a blessing. Everyone agreed, and it was a heartfelt, extemporaneous and definitely Christian prayer. I went all in and crossed myself as he concluded with “in the name of the Father, Son & Holy Spirit, Amen”
I looked up to see the people facing me staring at me as if I had suddenly grown a third eye. I smiled pleasantly and we starting chatting and had a great lunch. But I’d bet my next check they were thinking (…didn’t know she was Catholic…) This is the South, after all.
To paraphrase the Anglicans, when it comes to Lutherans crossing themselves, “some do, some don’t, none must.”
I looked up to see the people facing me staring at me as if I had suddenly grown a third eye. I smiled pleasantly and we starting chatting and had a great lunch. But I’d bet my next check they were thinking (…didn’t know she was Catholic…) This is the South, after all.
To paraphrase the Anglicans, when it comes to Lutherans crossing themselves, “some do, some don’t, none must.”