Back in my teenage years, we couldn’t wear slacks in the chapel even to clean it for a service project. I remember being down on hands and knees polishing the pews in a mini skirt and thinking about all the ridiculous rules that little “g” god had created for me to work myself into the c.e.l.e.s.t.i.a.l kingdom. I figured I was working for a really weird god - and I was.
“I remember being down on hands and knees polishing the pews in a mini skirt....”
While the men of the church were praying “We thank Thee, Lord, for granting Thy humble servants this heavenly vision of the beauty of Thy creation!”