Peeking In On God
On my way to the Phoenix concert on Friday, I was walking down 57th Street and heard a song on the balmy June breeze. I turned toward the source and saw this.
The Trinity Presbyterian Church was beckoning to me and I wandered in to take a peek. Inside was a Friday night service, sparsely populated but for the truest of worshipers.
The space smelled like kitty litter and every note sang in the hymn was off key, but there is something about wandering into churches that I can never resist. The feeling is the same everywhere I've been in the world.
The piano player played earnestly and the patrons sang with devotion.
Where there is an open door, enter.
Where there is an open window giving song, listen.
love,
*jenna*
The Trinity Presbyterian Church was beckoning to me and I wandered in to take a peek. Inside was a Friday night service, sparsely populated but for the truest of worshipers.
The space smelled like kitty litter and every note sang in the hymn was off key, but there is something about wandering into churches that I can never resist. The feeling is the same everywhere I've been in the world.
The piano player played earnestly and the patrons sang with devotion.
Where there is an open door, enter.
Where there is an open window giving song, listen.
love,
*jenna*
posted by jenna at 12:03 AM
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