The other day, I sat in a small white room, waiting. After a while, a nurse walked in. I knew she was a nurse because she was dressed like one and because they had said she would come.
We were fine with being riotous and silly and human and joyful until someone Outside was watching – then, prunes and prisms.
In a white country church house with six pews on the right and six pews on the left, I formed my first ideas of God and his people.