The young man who used to be our assistant music director before he moved away has come back, with his wife and young children, and was in the church to rehearse while I was setting up the music area for this evening's vigil. "I've got to tell you this," he began.
He then related how they'd been preparing to come to the Holy Thursday service, which was an unusual day and for their three-year-old son to be coming to church. So he asked if they were going to the white room, which his dad concluded referred to our music room. But before realizing this his dad asked, "The white room?"
"Yeah," his son replied, "Where Mr. Tom lives."
Well, around Easter that's almost true, I guess.
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