History – in swirls of red, yellow, blue, green, black and more – lined the walls of the church yesterday.
My home church celebrated its annual Kirkin’ O’ The Tartan, a reminder of the Presbyterian church’s roots in Scotland. Last year, I donated a Munro tartan to the church to be carried in the ceremony.
For the second year, I carried that Munro tartan in the procession of the tartans. We followed a band of bagpipes and drums, a man carrying a cross and the beadle, who carried a historic Bible published in 1867 and used initially by a pre-runner to our church.
I felt like I was becoming a little part of that history as I marched it and then marched out. We dipped the banners to the cross right before we left for the outward procession. What an honor it was to join others in this event.
And, best of all, my mother came to church. She has been twice in the past two months. It’s a shame that she has so much trouble because she really misses the services and the people.
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