Coverage of me and other train wrecks: my mama, subway nut jobs, sex and the environment.

12.18.2006

Visions 2

Once, during the Minister's sermon in a Presbyterian church, a choir started to sing. Mama looked to altar but she saw no choir. Mama looked to me but I was silently flipping through the hymnal. Mama looked behind her but there were no singers there.

After the service she asked the minister what it could be that she heard. "A choir of angels. They are always present, but you were lucky enough to hear them."

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