Palm Sunday

It's Holy Week... I just can't say anything about it because I just really miss David, and this week sort of nails that point home.... I'm wondering if maybe I should get the hell out of Dodge?
(meaning CTS) I have actual friends there now, though. So I'll stay. Besides, I love the "Welcome" Statement.


All are welcome to worship here.
Whether you arrive on foot, on wheels, with some assistance, or in the company of a service animal, there will
be someone to greet you and all who accompany you with a helping hand.

Whether you are living year to year, day to day, or paycheck to paycheck, the coffee will be hot.

Whether you are single, married, divorced, committed, gay, lesbian, straight,
transgendered, or bisexual, the sanctuary doors will be open.

Whether you come dressed in a kaftan, sari, sweater, kilt, chādor, jeans,
kimono, or suit and tie, there will be a seat waiting for you.

Whether English is your first or eighth language, you have spoken it from your first word
or are still learning, the music and liturgy will speak to you.

Whether you are just traveling through, have recently joined us, or helped establish our
church decades ago, there will be friends waiting here for you.

Whether your burdens are heavy or light, you are imprisoned or free, have sinned once or many times,
the grace of God will be with you at the communion table through bread and wine or a blessing.

Whether you find joy in crayons, music, fellowship, pancake suppers,
or the gospel, you will find a celebration here.

Whether you are not sure about church, have just been baptized, or grew up reciting the Lord’s Prayer
and the creeds, there will be a lesson to challenge your thinking.

Whether your talents include cooking, cleaning, reading, woodworking, driving, shopping, teaching, counseling,
organizing, translating, or singing, there will be an opportunity to serve others.

Whether you find yourself on this list or not,
you are welcome here to celebrate, think, and serve.




Anyway, I ain't goin' nowhere until I'm sure that's the tight thing to do.

So I guess I ain't going nowhere.

We picked up a passenger at McLean Bible Church on the way home. It was a huge mega complex like a college. They had a large parking garage, had monopolized route 7 traffic, and had enen hired a real Fairfax County cop ro direct traffic.