On our way back from church, and I feel an awful lot better.

I suppose it tracks that the trip to the spiritual hospital would be rife with bad attitudes and discomfort, especially if you have to get a 2 year old into a car in winter to do it.

In anywise, I feel better. The tender balance between the liturgy and the coffee hour afterwards makes for a full social, spiritual, and intellectual experience after which I whole heartedly recommend. It is unlike any other thing I have ever done.

Perhaps the closest might be a performance preceding a gallery opening? The ritual appreciation and thoughtful attention of the artist and their work followed by snack.

Of course that is all for the triumph of an artist, the prideful lauding of their work and the back-patting celebration of a little nerdy community. The Liturgy is rich with even the most lead ingest of members asking for forgiveness for being such a bad, unworthy person. That seems like a pretty important difference. Maybe I’m being uncharitable to gallery shows, I’ve been to some good ones, after all.