The gap

To sum up the last few years, she will quote from Psalm 42:

 These things I remember,
    as I pour out my soul:
how I went with the throng,
    and led them in procession to the house of God,
with glad shouts and songs of thanksgiving,
    a multitude keeping festival.

Why are you cast down, O my soul,
    and why are you disquieted within me?
Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,
    my help and my God. 

Yes, she did process in and out in those stirring Episcopal Church processions back in days gone by. In and around the Church; even around the Town Common on a rogation day, not long after 9/11. There was joy and hope. She can not explain where it drained away to, but eventually, she left TEC and tried, of all things (it was Mr. Crackle's doing) the Methodists. She tried to help them take their very own sacraments and the writings of the one they were named after (Wesley) more seriously, but… Mr. Crackle's liked having a parking lot. The church is convenient, no one will disagree. And anyone watching Doc Bubbles will wonder greatly as she drives past the big shiny church with the parking lot, driving early before anyone has yet even arrived to open that church, because she is driving a long way, forty minutes, down the highway, through some sketchy neighborhoods to a city that she never has reason to visit, to another church. An Orthodox Church, where half the time she barely knows what is being said!