It was sprinkling. An elderly lady used her walker to go out to the car where her driver was waiting. I remarked to her while waiting that she and her family reminded me of some deacons I knew in Washington, D.C.
She did not have an umbrella. I took off my dalmatic and held it over her while she walked to her car.
The driver, Robin, remarked that her phone was in her purse. She wanted to take a picture. I should have let her, but I was just excited using my dalmatic, the outer vestment, literally as the vestment of justice and joy at that moment.
God knows what happened, even if men don't see a picture of it.
God knows what happened, even if men don't see a picture of it.
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