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Churchgoing

I have a secret to share.

I regularly get choked up at church. I have for years. No, I don’t break down into tears. But my voice will catch in a song or response.

Not to judge, but I have come to believe that if you are a regular churchgoer and that doesn’t happen occasionally, you’re doing it wrong.

1 Comment

  1. Aaron L Aaron L
    April 25, 2013    

    For the past month or so (I would guess starting around Easter ’13) I can’t help but get choked up and joyously smile during the creed: “For our sake and for our salvation, He came down from heaven…”
    Gets me every time. (:

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torch bearing quietly

I will not act out, will not
yell or curse or slam doors,
will not make a scene -- you
do not deserve such a chance
to make an example out of me
to be proven right since you
are not. Instead, I'll stand
at this street corner, raise
my hand high and clench that
light which yet remains. It
will burn brightly, quietly,
fiercely before fading as I.

Then I'll be gone but found.

©JAC 2005

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