When I first moved into this neighborhood, there was a small Episcopal church next door. At one time the church was thriving, but the neighborhood had changed and by the time I moved there, the church only had a handful of elderly parishioners. There wasn’t even a pastor. A layman conducted the weekly services. Only times I saw a priest was for Christmas and Easter.
I was raised Catholic, but at that time I was no longer practicing. I attended services at that church and was embraced by the tiny congregation. These were very devout conservative people, faithful to the teachings of Christ. Eventually, the parishioners, including the gentleman who conducted the services, passed on, the church was closed and demolished. A community playground now stands on that site.
I look at the way things are now — gay “marriage,” abortions and what not —:and I think k of this Episcopal church and the good faithful people who belonged there. I can’t imagine them embracing these abominations.