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<blockquote data-quote="Scent of Cedar *" data-source="post: 687585" data-attributes="member: 17461"><p>I just wanted to add this observation which has nothing to do with what happened to you. Except that in a way, it does. So, I am not so religious. One of my grands is, and one summer when she was visiting, we found and began attending a little church here. The music was fantastic. The musicians were women. There was a drummer, and a singer and a guitar player and I think there was a horn of some kind too, but I am not sure about that.</p><p></p><p>Oh, how we loved Church, and the music, and the people it drew.</p><p></p><p>There was a young family who sat near us. The mother wore dreadlocks and a cloud of patchouli and the father had a beard, and they had two children and they were so loving and kind and happy.</p><p></p><p>The next year when we came home, and when granddaughter came and we attended that church, it had been changed. A stricter faction, <em>headed by a former music teacher, </em> had taken control.</p><p>There was only piano music now, played by the former music teacher. And played with strict, pounding rhythms and no magic, at all.</p><p></p><p>No drums.</p><p></p><p>No horn or guitar.</p><p></p><p>The little family with the dreadlocked mother and bearded father were gone.</p><p></p><p>It was a male who gave the sermon, and he spoke about sin, and about hell.</p><p></p><p>It was very sad. Like the small young family, we never went back.</p><p></p><p>Your experience with the women of your church brought that story to mind.</p><p></p><p>I still think about that church and that music and that little family. There were people of color there too, now that I think about it. Veterans were there, too. And all of us just blended in together, somehow. </p><p></p><p>The last time we attended, there were no people of color. I'd forgotten about that. And there were no veterans either.</p><p></p><p>How sad for us all that these things happen.</p><p></p><p>Cedar</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Scent of Cedar *, post: 687585, member: 17461"] I just wanted to add this observation which has nothing to do with what happened to you. Except that in a way, it does. So, I am not so religious. One of my grands is, and one summer when she was visiting, we found and began attending a little church here. The music was fantastic. The musicians were women. There was a drummer, and a singer and a guitar player and I think there was a horn of some kind too, but I am not sure about that. Oh, how we loved Church, and the music, and the people it drew. There was a young family who sat near us. The mother wore dreadlocks and a cloud of patchouli and the father had a beard, and they had two children and they were so loving and kind and happy. The next year when we came home, and when granddaughter came and we attended that church, it had been changed. A stricter faction, [I]headed by a former music teacher, [/I] had taken control. There was only piano music now, played by the former music teacher. And played with strict, pounding rhythms and no magic, at all. No drums. No horn or guitar. The little family with the dreadlocked mother and bearded father were gone. It was a male who gave the sermon, and he spoke about sin, and about hell. It was very sad. Like the small young family, we never went back. Your experience with the women of your church brought that story to mind. I still think about that church and that music and that little family. There were people of color there too, now that I think about it. Veterans were there, too. And all of us just blended in together, somehow. The last time we attended, there were no people of color. I'd forgotten about that. And there were no veterans either. How sad for us all that these things happen. Cedar [/QUOTE]
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