In other news, yesterday morning in church while making his announcements, our Pastor made reference to Gov. DeSantis’ Executive Order, and announced that henceforth, masks in church would be “optional”, and no longer required. This despite the fact that the signs had been taken off the doors over a month ago, which had resulted in maybe 3 people besides myself not wearing them (and a “requirement” that I had always ignored). He said that each one should act according to his or her own conscience and not look down at others who differed.
But when he announced that, I could barely keep the huge wide grin off my face. I felt like pumping my fist in the air, but that could have been seen as too political, especially from my visible position up front with the other musicians (who are millennial mask dweebs when they aren’t making music).
The downside is that so far, three out of four in the congregation still chose to wear their masks (I surreptitiously counted). Oh well, it’s a start! The silver lining to that is that the determined maskers are mostly also “vaxxed” people, who won’t be able to spread their Coof-jab spike cooties quite as easily.
Not too many in our church masked up when we first went back to in-person services.
Since Easter, nobody wears them.
Have you ever asked your pastor a “what if?”
What if the governor said that, until the end of the pandemic is announced, pastors can no longer wear clothing appropriate for worship services (clerical collars, crosses, chasubles and the like)?
Good one. Darned if I want someone whose body has been genetically modified to manufacture spike cooties coughing on me.