Those Who Are Planted in the Lord

I went with my friends to the church, Episcopal, she joined years ago
when the Mennonites threatened to drive her completely nuts.

You have to understand about Pennsylvania, she says. Our people
have had centuries to master passive aggression. Oh, but that’s

another story. This church is all old stone and stained glass,
a feast for the senses, and I’m far from home. So this is the story: