Two Lines No Waiting

During the receiving of the bread and cup (Holy Communion) during Elizabeth McCoy’s funeral today, I directed some of you from the station where I was at to the one where Jenny was. If wasn’t anything personal, I was simply trying to even out the lines. If I had a look of consternation on my face it was because I was trying to figure out how the lines ended up so uneven in the first place.

Hat Tip: Heather Allen for mentioning that I had the look of a man wearing a horribly itchy, hand-knit sweater two sizes too small (my words not hers).