The breeze comes in with no walls to stop it. Fans above rotate slowly and help it along.
Javier stands up to read Psalm 23, in "a strong voice, like David."
From inside the house, a child erupts, crying.
And it sets the dog off, and he starts barking and howling.
And a car rolls down the street with a deafening sound system, booming dirty lyrics for all of us in church to hear.
And I am the only one who seems to notice.