Well, the service I attended, at MCC Church in West Hollywood, was glorious. I was completely unprepared for how moved I would be, literally from the moment I sat down. I must have bawled through 75% of it. The music was wonderful, the people were wonderful, the pastor, Rev. Neil Shelton, was brilliant and charismatic.
I supposed that one of the reasons I had rejected the church was that I felt rejected by the Church. This was a place of total acceptance and love. It felt like the brand of Christianity intended by Christ himself. The kind of services my own mom seemed to search for back in my adolescence, and could never find. I will happily attend again next Sunday.
I invited my -ex, the recent widower, D. to come with me. But I had missed him. It turned out he had gone to another service of a Gay Episcopal Congregation. And neither of us had spoken about it yesterday, nor had either of us felt compelled to go to church in years and years. Isn't that interesting? (He'll join me next week, his service was a bit "frumpy.")
But he joined me for a Sunday stroll through the flea market, where I got $5 sunglasses and an $8 French-English dictionary (big and fat) that I desperately needed for my subtitling work. Afterwards we retired to his place, where he made me lunch and we watched De-Lovely on his big screen TV. What a great flic for a Sunday afternoon. I swear, I was there in New York, in the 40's, in a previous life. The nice thing about David, is that since we were together for 5 years, hanging out again is like finding an old pair of slippers that fit perfectly. And I had long since assumed that I had lost his friendship to marriage, as he had assumed he'd lost mine to meth.
Now a Sunday night meeting, the perfect ending to a great day. I do so enjoy when I completely surprise myself, and today, I surprised myself.
MCO 2005
