because the Holy Ghost suggested it

On Sunday morning at the church of the glassy river, the wild honeysuckle smelled sweet. The train whistle sat in for the organ, and the sermon that played in my head went in many directions.

There were two other congregants in attendance. At this church there are no start and stop times. Services are conducted at the will of those who enter and last as long as needed. 

After the closing hymn, instead of going to the basement for doughnuts and coffee I skipped over to La Prima Taza for a latte. As an afterthought I had the barista add a shot of brown sugar cinnamon syrup because the Holy Ghost suggested it. He appeared to me in the form of a dinosaur cleverly added to a garden beside the house on Tennessee street where I had parked my car. 

True story. 

Comments

[Linda Watson]

Well, amen! 😊

[Susan Bjerke]

I need your holy ghost!

[Sharon]

My Irish mother trained us early on to listen for the Holy Ghost. Unlike St Jude (desperate cases) or St Anthony (lost objects) his intervention cannot be sought, just appreciated. Nice to know he's always there???

[jacki long]

Perfect!

[Barbara Tarbox]

Your homily was spot on.
Church is not a building. You conjured the true spirit of worship. Your pic of the dinosaur
Is also appropriate. Where ever two or more are gathered,...