The Deacon's Bench
Tonight, I stopped by the rectory to meet a family about a baptism. After my meeting, I ran into our parish administrator. “Hey, want to see the church before you go?,” he said, in that excited way that meant, “You have to see the church before you go.” Sure, I said. We went down the hall and into the darkened sacristy and he flicked on the lights. I made my way into the church. And this is what I saw.
No doubt about it: Christmas is here.
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