Oh, Yes, He Is

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 . . .