As some may know, the case now before the Fairfax Circuit Court regarding the vote of eleven churches in Virginia to separate from the Diocese of Virginia is now in the hands of the judge, Randy Bellows, and we now wait for his decision.
So tonight I head out to the local Chinese restaurant to meet My Brother the Methodist and his family for dinner. It's a sparsely filled room tonight - most Friday night patrons seem to be doing the take-out. As I come through the door, I look to find my family but I see someone else instead.
The Suffragan Bishop of Virginia, the Rt. Rev. David Jones, is looking right at me from his table in the center of the room. Does he recognize me? I smile weakly, somewhat shocked, lifting a hand to wave hesitantly, as I did back on the plane to New Orleans. I haven't seen him since the three days in the Fairfax Court House back in November and certainly not since he voted with the Title IV Committee. He looks away.
At the same time, my niece and nephew now spot me from their table behind his and joyfully proclaim my arrival to the entire restaurant with such enthusiasm I am sure they can be heard all the way to Richmond. I just want to hide behind the potted palm.
So tonight we dedicate this song in honor of one of the largest counties in the United States, because even though it may have over a million residents, some times it's just a small town.
My Rhapsody Playlist