Sunday, December 09, 2007

It’s Sunday morning and the faithful have gathered. I’ve been at Hometown Friends Church enough times over enough years that I often recognize voices during the open worship time before I look up and turn toward the person speaking. For the second time this morning I’m hearing a voice from the balcony that I’m not recognizing. I like identifying with the person sharing and making more connection than just through the words. But I’m glad we aren’t an ingrown ghetto where anyone who doesn’t know everyone else is an outsider. Earlier I noted a new person in the choir who I don’t know, and the same is true with the brass ensemble. This is good.


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