Like "What if people who have devoted generations to this work aren't fucking idiots?" seems like a question at least worth entertaining, hypothetically.

it's finals season for the college students who make up our choir, so it was me and one other woman holding down the fort. the readings were fantastic, too - im studying wildlife biology and it made me think about nature, god, and violence.

two thirty, native USian. the half-two thing confuses me as a German language learner - if that's half anything, it's half three!

I feel like I’m a broken record always playing the same song: be conscious of who from amongst the margins might be sitting at the table with you. “Them” in the prayers of the people might actually be some of “us”. 2/3

Pinging, please!

The choir was very full yesterday :-) I got to talk to the deacon's wife about knitting and left with a bag of garden tomatoes from the crucifer.