My mom sent this to me and it reminded me of several things. First, we always sat in the same pew (or the general area) growing up. Second, I was reminded that I was yelled at by a member of my former religious community for sitting in his choir stall (we didn’t have assigned stalls and we did reconcile later). Third, I have been “kindly” asked to move from my seat at a parish I visited in the northeast.

I think I am being invited to reflect on the charism of hospitality.


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