My daddy, quoted in the New York Frickin’ Times:
“I was frozen in my tracks. I felt like I was in the actual presence of God, almost as if I was in heaven. And I’m not the kind of person who gets all woo-hoo.”
It’s a wonderful article, although it gets one crucial fact wrong. My brother and sister did go into the church in Ben Lomond that fateful day. I was the one who was oozing adolescent attitude: “I don’t *wanna* go into that weird church. I just wanna go home. This is stupid.” I sat in the car, and thus missed the Epiphany Express.
So, do I deserve to have to deal with all these sullen, angst-riddled teenagers every day? Probably . . .