Sunday, February 21, 2021

a Sunday confession

 They say that confession is good for the soul so here goes.  After months of live streamed Sunday services which I affectionately refer to as 'couch church' our church was open for live services this morning.  Of course everyone was required to wear a mask, or two, and to follow social distancing guidelines, which is not hard in our big sanctuary.  Our church was designed following some ideas from old New England Presbyterian churches.  One of the design features is doors on the pews.  In olden days these little half doors helped people keep the heat in their pews.  This was before the time of central heating, when people brought their own heated bricks or some other heat source for their pews.  These days, according to a younger friend of mine, they help keep the children from wandering away.  But I digress.  To ensure proper seating the doors on every other pew were open indicating where people could sit.  It looked like everyone was well spaced out from what I could see from my seat, which was right here on my couch.  So there you have it, my true confession.  I have gotten way too comfortable with couch church.

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