Chapter 16
Jacksonville, FL
Kevin
WHEN WE DROVE up to the church, Grandma said, “Now that looks like a church should look.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” I said.
As we settled in our pew, she whispered, “It’s beautiful in here, and it feels just right.”
“Wait until you hear the music,” I said.
When the service was over, we made a point of standing in line to say hello to Father Cullen.
“David, Kevin,” he said, “it’s so good to see you. And who is this lovely young lady with you?”
“Father Cullen,” I said, “this is my grandmother, Mrs. Simpson. My grandfather passed away last week, and we brought her home from Iowa to live with us.”
“Welcome to Jacksonville and Good Shepherd,” Father Cullen said. “Are you Episcopalian?”
“I’ve been a Methodist all my life,” she said.
“Methodists and Episcopalians
