A cool little religious home. I visited during the lenten season with Young 'Un and Love of My Life. With Easter approaching much of the service followed high Anglican ritual -- the Bible's procession into the aisles, recitation of common prayers, all that.
Then the Meet and Great, the exchange of Peace. A small combo -- flute, tenor sax, piano -- broke into an African-American spiritual. (This is one of the first racially mixed congregations I have visited in St. Petersburg.) Folks shook hands. Veneers broke down. I felt truly welcomed. We were invited to breakfast.
Young 'Un wasn't hungry so we didn't stay long, but during breakfast, we chatted just a little. An older lady took him outside to see the vegetable garden. She showed us the repairs on the education building, mostly done by the congregants themselves. They didn't have Sunday School this morning. The kids worshiped with everyone else.
On the way out, we asked Young 'Un what he thought of the church. Top of his head was "great"; feet were poor. "To my chin," he said.
I had to agree.
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