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I love my job. I get to go to Church of All Angels Saturday 5:30-6:15 services on my break.

When they come to my office for first aid for sports injuries, I have books they can read, like Cows on Parade, an art exhibit in Chicago,(Google it) that Valerie, my friend from college, and I adventured out on some Novembers ago. She handed me the newspaper article when I got off the plane, we had 355 cows to find, some at airports, most on the streets, a few in front of museums, like the cows with the space suit and space helmet on in front of the Museum of Science of and Industry. That one we had to find. We had to scoop a loop on a busy street to read ‘How now” then ‘Brown Cow’ on it’s opposite side, it was on the median amid some grass.

I was ready to turn policeman and tell them to quiet down, as I have in the past with other kids, but my pleasure and blessings soared as the hour went on. I found my time at the church was enhanced by these angels. They sat in the front row with no hesitation.They weren’t disappointed when I told them we didn’t give out cookies at the Saturday service. I told them they didn’t have to follow the readings or come up for Communion, they could just sit and enjoy.

I told them the church was on the National Historic Register, to look at the stained glass windows, and notice the minister pulling a rope in the back of the church. He was ringing a bell in the belfry to start service. In the past Reverend Bunker Hill+ (he signs his name with a cross behind it) has let my kids ring the bell to start the service.

I was so at peace I knew I needed to bring them each week, which they requested. They said alot it was ‘so quiet’ there, a note they repeated often. They didn’t know how we did Communion, I had explained it, but they went to the altar with trust and triumphed. To say they were a pleasure to be with is an understatement.

McDonalds was barely mentioned. They asked if they could “eat alot.”This is why I love my job and why I love my life, I am always being blessed. More later.