Friday, March 25, 2016

March 24, 2016

Maunday Thursday. The foot washing service was very beautiful this year. As we rehearsed, a man in shorts marched through the door of the church, seized the American flag from where it sat in the aisle, saying, ”this is the symbol of an oppressive government.” Then he disappeared into the street, with the little old ladies in the back looking at each  other in surprise. I wonder where our flag is now, and by what unlikely circuit it became a target. I bet somebody lost a bet. I prayed from the heart to be able to end the Great War.

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