For Easter, Britton and I had third row seats to Glide church. It kicked ass. We had reserved seats because Britton’s dad is a friend of the Reverend Cecil Williams, the man with the plan.
It was the most un-unitarian church I’ve ever been to that was also as inclusive and loving and committed to social justice as the unitarians are. It was chaos. People walking up and down the aisles, handing out fans and tissues. Kids and families sitting on the steps up to the stage? pulpit? area where the preacher preached.
It was packed! A line usually forms outside about an hour before the church. People were standing, sitting in the stained glass windows, sitting in folding chairs in the aisles, and the overflow room downstairs was filled to the brim.
I sat next to Bevan Dufty, the supervisor for District 8, who was wearing a volkswagen car seat for a suit. Oh well, even if his fashion sense is awful, at least he isn’t a socialist lunatic.
Glide is located in the Tenderloin, and runs over 86 programs to support the poor, homeless, and needy. From recovery services to job training, temporary housing, parenting skills, you name it – they do it. It’s just absolutely awesome to be there.
But the best part was the music. Oh my god could these folks sing. I’m as white as they come, and lemme tell ya, the spirit possessed me! My favorite memory is of this large black woman in a key lime chiffon dress, with hat, and 4 inch lime heels, standing up on stage jumping up and down while she was singing like there was no tomorrow. I am truly convinced it was a miracle she didn’t break her ankles. It was awesome.
I’m not going to tell you about the part where Reverend Williams yelled at Britton and I because he thought we were in his families seats. Even he makes mistakes, I guess