I couldn’t bear to clog up her combox with this scary-but-true story, but I had to share it someplace.
One year when I was home from college for Easter break, I attended a Sunrise Service hosted by my family’s parish, Our Lady of the Flower Children. It took place at a nearby lake–a very picturesque setting.
There was a priest stationed there who was a talented guitarist, and he was there, guitar in hand, to provide music. Being a guitarist myself (though not as talented as he) I was looking forward to some really inspiring music at the service.
I AM NOT MAKING THIS UP.
The opening song was “Here Comes the Sun.”