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Guess where I’m headed this Sunday. Go ahead. Guess.

This will be my third year in a row to go. That’s clue number one.

It happens every third Sunday in May. There’s another clue.

Despite the fact that it’s delightful and the people are wonderful, I can’t help but feel as if I’ve stepped into another world. That should give it away right there.

I’m headed back into the backwoods to Old Trinity to partake of the annual Episcopalian homecoming! (big nod to Lynnster)

Picture it. Lawn chairs surrounding oak trees and tables and tables full of main dishes, desserts and coolers filled with drinks of all varieties and I do mean ALL varieties. In the background, I’m munching on fried chicken, making comparisons of this particular species of church homecoming to my church’s brand of homecoming and sipping on a Coke while I gaze over at the priest and all the members of the church smiling at each other, discussing Revelations and getting (in my opinion) preposterously sloshed. “It’s the only way we can really discuss the book of Revelations,” they tell me. Maybe so.

Later on, we visit the cemetery and a friend’s cake’s grave. Long ago at a particular homecoming, my friend made her famous chocolate cake and brought it to the event and apparently, as soon as the guests began digging in, they made the most horrendous faces and became ill. Well, as soon as the priest made a face, my friend’s mother rushed to her daughter’s defense, chided the priest, took a bite of the cake and puckered up more than anyone else. It was later discovered that the baking soda in the freezer had gone horribly bad and had sucked up the taste of old frozen fish and transferred it over to the chocolate cake. But, when all was said and done, the cake was given a proper burial.

Gotta love those Episcopalians and their homecomings.