I’m reblogging my earlier stories.
I Don't Expect You To Believe Me
FATHER RUBY
Honolulu, Hawaii
1985

In my seven years living homeless on the island of Oahu, this was the only church that I knew of that offered coffee and donuts before its service. The Episcopal diocese church. Another anomaly was that the service was held early, 8am each Sunday, which is much earlier than most churches. It was held at a magnificent stone cathedral with ceilings so high and walls so thick that it reminded me of a castle, only in miniature. The beautiful cathedral was surrounded by lovely statues flanking great metal doors that opened wide to greet the parishioners. But that was not where the service with the coffee and donuts was held; that was not where Father Ruby preached. He gave his sermon in a small wing of the complex, off to the far right. It was no less beautiful than the rest of the cathedral, and…
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