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May 14, 2012
I miss going to St. B's, the sunshine on dark mahogany pews and streaming through stained glass windows--feeling the mystery and beauty of all we cannot know, Yet I can't go to a church where one class of people is shunned aside as not worthy of the priesthood. Separate but equal never works. I think, too, that when I go to church, I expect too much of fellow churchgoers. It's bad enough when coworkers are unfriendly, but when you're singing about love and brotherhood in a choir and your fellow singers are distant, it hurts. I still pray but alone.