Yesterday involved a journey going on the better part of 400 miles. The U.S. Department of State was the first stop. Very friendly crowd. The next order of the day was to wander around a bit, for this was my first visit to what is called to the consternation of all in the South, the New York of the South. It’s greatness is what it is. Never mind a comparison to New York!
I immediately happened upon this other and much more important Department of State for heaven.
I was just in time for confessions, and always wanting to “try out” this or that confessor in the Tribunal of Mercy for Heaven, I stepped in line. This was the view from that perspective:
The entire Episcopal Conference of the United States fit into this little gem the other week. The church is on the National Historical Buildings Registry. A view to the side:
There was a Spanish speaking priest for confessions. I must say, he was an awesomely devout Roman Catholic priest, a great confessor. I, for one, was beaming when I came out of that confessional. I love going to confession. Couldn’t be happier. When’s the last time you’ve been? Don’t delay. And watch for your reaction when you come out!
Anyway, back for a second, successful session at the Department of State of these United States of America. I was helpfully reprimanded to take better care of a document I received from the Department of State in Washington, D.C. way back in the early 1990s. They wanted to hang on to it, just in case. But I took it with me, just in case. Hah!
Any way, as a thanksgiving for a successful visit to the two Departments of State, how can I not pick some florae for our Lady: