Up and out of my Glen Carbon hotel room in time to celebrate the Holy Mysteries with the folks at St Bartholomew’s, Granite City. Granite City is kind of gritty, blue-collar steel mill town that has seen its ups and downs. St Bartholomew’s has a long and rich history there, but the regular congregation now consists of only about 10 or 12 people, and at least half of them rely on canes or walkers! That said, they are an immensely gracious and lovely group, and it is always my honor and joy to worship with them. My soul was fed by the experience, and Christ was glorified. I was back on the road at 1030, and home just before 3:30.