by Michael Dvornick (firstname.lastname@example.org) On Friday morning at the Festival Gathering, the worship service had moved from the North Georgia Room to what I had named, "The Chapel at the Top of the Hill."
Now some of you may recollect that that morning's worship began, or near began, with the lighting of a candle that had a picture of a "Polish saint" on it and a calling for the person from Pennsylvania who brought the candle to come up and light it.But no one came up to light the candle because the person who brought the candle wasn't there.Now I happen to know where he
was and why ...
At the Saturday service, the candle had made its way back to the North Georgia Room together with everything else: Mike
"the mike-master" Brower, who reminded me of Moses, kept wandering around the wilderness between the Chapel at the Top of the Hill and the North Georgia Room with all of Pharaoh's
digital media equipment, but then finally reached the land of milk and honey for the grand finale.The finale started with the Wizard of Oz Extravaganza, and I wondered what Our Lady of Czestochowa thought of Oz, being right there in plain view behind the Cowardly Lion, and decided she
probably liked it as much as we all did.