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In the course of my travels, I happened upon a small town, the kind where everyone knows one another. There wasn't a Byzantine Church, but there was a Novus Ordo which was prayed very reverently. They were in the process of learning the rubrics for when the NO is celebrated ad orientem, as it should have been in the first place. They already had a Benedictine arrangement on the altar, so I'm guessing this transition was well-prepared for.
I stayed in this small town for a while, thinking it'd make a nice base of operations. I found work at the local O'orthodoxy's, where I was soon made a manager. Everything was going great.
There was a small farm, and on that small farm there was a nice young girl of about my age. We became friends, good friends perhaps. Eventually I fell in love. However, on the day I was going to ask her to marry me, a cloud of dust in the distance warned me of what I'd thought I'd left behind.
Yep, it was the coyotes. Even in this little New England town, they wouldn't leave me alone. I had to run for it, or else the village would probably have been destroyed. And so, I packed, saddled up Eastwind, my horse, and rode off once more. Some day, if God wills, I'll lose those coyotes.
In the course of my travels, I happened upon a small town, the kind where everyone knows one another. There wasn't a Byzantine Church, but there was a Novus Ordo which was prayed very reverently. They were in the process of learning the rubrics for when the NO is celebrated ad orientem, as it should have been in the first place. They already had a Benedictine arrangement on the altar, so I'm guessing this transition was well-prepared for.
I stayed in this small town for a while, thinking it'd make a nice base of operations. I found work at the local O'orthodoxy's, where I was soon made a manager. Everything was going great.
There was a small farm, and on that small farm there was a nice young girl of about my age. We became friends, good friends perhaps. Eventually I fell in love. However, on the day I was going to ask her to marry me, a cloud of dust in the distance warned me of what I'd thought I'd left behind.
Yep, it was the coyotes. Even in this little New England town, they wouldn't leave me alone. I had to run for it, or else the village would probably have been destroyed. And so, I packed, saddled up Eastwind, my horse, and rode off once more. Some day, if God wills, I'll lose those coyotes.
Nice weaving in of your life story into this ;) I approve :)
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