Havana, IL is a quaintly adorable sleepy river town, and St Barnabas’ Church there is an honest-to-goodness gem of a building, and there are great people in that community But this morning’s visit was the strangest ever, as, after delivering myself of the homily linked herewith, I had to sit down and ask the priest-in-charge to continue with the liturgy. I felt like I might keel over at the altar. Brenda drove home. Canceling travel plans to Chicago tomorrow for the opera. I need to lie very, very low.
