Hubby and I attended worship this morning at a nearby Episcopal church that can only be described as crunchy-liberal and Dipped In Gay.
The up side is that there was no problem with a kiss during the Peace. But it reminded me of Philocrites’s description of C Major worship. The canon was, of course, the “where no man has gone before” Eucharistic Prayer C, which should never be used unless you sing “Earth and All Stars“. Lord’s Prayer was the “sins” version that I can never remember or abide. The service music was Richard Proulx: yuck.
But the kicker was this parish’s Rogation Day tradition of inflicting upon the rector a chasuable that looked like it was pulled from the wardrobe room of a production of The Mikado.
Hubby and I were late in coming, and in the vestibule-like area during the procession and stunned at seeing it. As we sat, we whispered to each other, “Is that Marimekko?”
And according to the order of service, it was.