The 3,250 pipe organ has played its ethereal message on Sundays for forty years here on God's little green acres and Sister Pish told everyone the heavenly music is what makes the jujube trees climb the Stairway To Heaven, offering their fruit to those who earn their place in the Big Sky.
Entering the Church of Pish is an open-door policy, everyday approach as opposed to "this is what you do on Sunday." It keeps no hours, only faith.
Opening the double white doors and entering the Church of Pish is like going inside the Christian line of a Hallmark card; inspirational and spiritually versed. Those who go inside are really touched by this smaller, homegrown church.
It is a great church for simple purpose, belonging to all who visit. In the season of fruition, Eastertide is an especially nice time to come, the pipe organ raining down on the jujube blossoms, filling the air inside with the wonderful scent and sound of welcome.
Written by an aging Mother Superior
"Lord, Thou knowest better than I know myself that I am growing older and will someday be old.
"Keep me from getting talkative and particularly from the fatal habit of thinking I must say something on every subject and on every occasion.
"Release me from craving to try to straighten out everybody's affairs.
"Keep my mind free from the recital of endless details and give me wings to get to the point.
"I ask for grace enough to listen to the tales of others pains. Help me to endure them with patience.
"But seal my lips on my own aches and pains---they are increasing and my love of rehearsing them is becoming sweeter as the years go by.
"Teach me the glorious lesson that occasionally it is possible that I may be mistaken.
"Keep me reasonably sweet. I do not want to be a saint---some of them are so hard to live with---but a sour old woman is one of the crowning works of the devil.
"Make me thoughtful, but not moody; helpful, but not bossy. With my vast store of wisdom, it seems a pity not to use it all. But Thou knowest, Lord, that I want a few friends in the end. Amen."
Excerpted from From The Convent To The Rawhide: The Saga of Sadie Cade And Vi Montana.
Copyright2006 Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist, brainchild of Sage Sweetwater Creative Properties, flagship of Stone Creek Woman
Grew up in the Catholic faith, moms idea, not mine, till I was able to denounce it and take up Buddhism...guess though, per my family, I will always have been baptised in that faith...how so ever one finds his/her church, as long as they are comfortable, more power to them...Ed & Rufuz
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on June 23, 2006
Gods golden acres. I spend many hours in such just up road is an old Saxon church of 850, with ancient yew trees and graves you can just make out as 1100+
Nothing beats the feeling of people from days now long gone, the smell of incense, the cold damp wood rot pews, and hands going blue on a cold winters morn... Hoping the choir loft and organ pipes don't come crashing down.
You speak of a little heaven on earth here, Sage! It would be wonderful if all of God's acres were so edenic... that would be paradise!! "It keeps no hours, only faith" and faith never sleeps... wonderfully penned lines here that paint a whole canvas. Guess pipe organs and Hallmark never date... like God. All we convent girls probably have a few tales to share, eh? Sadly not all as edifying at this one... Neat work, Sage! TY Kate xx
Amen! Especially love the Mother Superior's words of wisdom here...
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on June 23, 2006
Quite an excerpt, and one that I enjoyed reading. You detailed what churches used to be like. The church I grew up attending was similar, especially in the simple way it went about worshiping. It, like everything else, grew. Sometimes growing is good, many times it is not. It wasn't at the First Baptist Church in Taylor, Arkansas. It became much too judmental, as if God had created it for no other reason than to nose around in people's affairs. And besides, it was hypocritical to the nth. Let me tell you about my Sunday School teacher, Miss . . . Never mind, I put her in my novel, "Homecoming." Different name, of course. This sounds like a good book.
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Nothing beats the feeling of people from days now long gone, the smell of incense, the cold damp wood rot pews, and hands going blue on a cold winters morn... Hoping the choir loft and organ pipes don't come crashing down.
Yup I was a convent lad..But Good boy....
Superbly written Sage