The Peacock 1528

There are perhaps thirty present in this A frame church built to hold maybe just over a hundred. Mostly older, reasonably well off, mostly but not exclusively white poeple. We arrived ten minutes late. Now we are standing as an elderly but youthful and athletic looking lady of seventy or so reads from Mark's Gospel about Jesus walking on the water. O you of little faith. The minister, approaching forty, swishes to the microphone to deliver the sermon, rather like a drag queen in his gold and white vestments, and makimg some sort of allusion between the power of faith when we are faced with challenges and the difficulties of finding a compatible same sex partner on the internet...If this is typical of the new progressive all inclusive queer clergy, then I am afraid that Dad was probably right about his position against same sex marriage, though I still refuse to agree with him...