Twelfth Sunday After Pentecost (B) – John 6:51-58
On Friday night, I went for the first time in five years to hear the Boston Symphony Orchestra. I don’t know how it took me so long to go do this; after all, you all know my interest in music, and at one point in my life, I had wanted to be an orchestra conductor when I grew up. It was a fun evening, if not exactly what I’d hoped it would be. I, of course, had cheap lawn tickets, and I found out why they were so inexpensive when it began to rain. And I mean rain. The water came down in sheets. Happily, they didn’t make us plebeians sit out in the weather; I got to stand under the dry roof of Ozawa hall, hoping my chair and blanket didn’t get too badly ruined.
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