[There is a combination of dampness and dryness about Jeanne that suggests she has barely slept, Friday night or Saturday. She glides out in her Sunday best skirts. If her body will not let her fall down, perhaps her friends will hold us up? She got all two-dozen hula hoop seats this time for some reason... More pieces of paper than last time, too...]
Let us begin with the liturgy of the word and of the eucharist. Then I would like to do something a little different.
[She reads from the Bible in one hand and passes out Ritz crackers with the other, trying to get it done before Carrie reaches the end of her assigned tune on the glockenspiel. It's as if she thinks some latecomers might join them in time to not have to see this part.]
Jesus answered, "Very truly I tell you, no one can enter the kingdom of God unless they are born of water and the Spirit. Flesh gives birth to flesh, but the Spirit gives birth to spirit. You should not be surprised at my saying, ‘You must be born again.’ The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going. So it is with everyone born of the Spirit. [...] For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. Light has come into the world, but people loved darkness instead of light because their deeds were evil. Everyone who does evil hates the light, and will not come into the light for fear that their deeds will be exposed. But whoever lives by the truth comes into the light, so that it may be seen plainly that what they have done has been done in the sight of God."
[So what now...? What is she doing after the box of crackers has been put away...?]
Thomasin had a hard life as a Puritan. Having more freedom here in some ways, she came to think that only God knew our fates, so brothers and sisters of any creed might go to heaven or to hell. In light of this... I would like us... to at least remember everyone.
[She is completely exhausted by the time this is over, trying to disguise the crumpling of her legs as a humble bow. Murmured to herself:] I do not have anything to drink... but perhaps that is for the best in this place...
CHURCH...?
Peace be with you...!
[There is a combination of dampness and dryness about Jeanne that suggests she has barely slept, Friday night or Saturday. She glides out in her Sunday best skirts. If her body will not let her fall down, perhaps her friends will hold us up? She got all two-dozen hula hoop seats this time for some reason... More pieces of paper than last time, too...]
Let us begin with the liturgy of the word and of the eucharist. Then I would like to do something a little different.
[She reads from the Bible in one hand and passes out Ritz crackers with the other, trying to get it done before Carrie reaches the end of her assigned tune on the glockenspiel. It's as if she thinks some latecomers might join them in time to not have to see this part.]
Jesus answered, "Very truly I tell you, no one can enter the kingdom of God unless they are born of water and the Spirit. Flesh gives birth to flesh, but the Spirit gives birth to spirit. You should not be surprised at my saying, ‘You must be born again.’ The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going. So it is with everyone born of the Spirit. [...] For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. Light has come into the world, but people loved darkness instead of light because their deeds were evil. Everyone who does evil hates the light, and will not come into the light for fear that their deeds will be exposed. But whoever lives by the truth comes into the light, so that it may be seen plainly that what they have done has been done in the sight of God."
[So what now...? What is she doing after the box of crackers has been put away...?]
Thomasin had a hard life as a Puritan. Having more freedom here in some ways, she came to think that only God knew our fates, so brothers and sisters of any creed might go to heaven or to hell. In light of this... I would like us... to at least remember everyone.
El Señor es mi luz ⋅ If The Path I Travel ⋅ Be Thou My Vision ⋅ On Eagle's Wings
[She is completely exhausted by the time this is over, trying to disguise the crumpling of her legs as a humble bow. Murmured to herself:] I do not have anything to drink... but perhaps that is for the best in this place...