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12/24/2003: "Christmas Eve"
It's possible I'm mistaken, but I think this is the fifth anniversary of my employment at the church. One Christmas Eve, I was asked if I could possibly sexton the worship services that night; the regular worship sexton was going out of town with his family and, I think it was hoped, a bachelor with no apparent attachments would be a good substitute. My brother was coming up but I was willing to ditch him -- he thought I was a little crazy, anyway, for wanting to go to church at all, so if I had "responsibilities" it would be easier to explain why I'd rather go to church than spend the evening with him. Now there was money involved. I opened the building for the brass band to warm up before caroling on the green, rang the church bells along with "Joy to the World", lit and snuffed candles, and turned off the lights and went home after midnight. And here I am, ready to go through it all again, within a fellowship no longer strange.
