As Parson Goat tentatively, tremblingly unlocks the church’s doors, he’s embracing the “new normal” with a vengeance. Many of you have sent me the protocols, rules, and balderdash your particular Goat has inflicted on you now that his idol, government, permits corporate worship (albeit with 8,973,657 strings attached). As with the churches’ closings in March, these new strictures share an eerie uniformity across denominations and even the great divide of Catholic and Protestant. It’s as if a bureaucrat somewhere wrote a single plan and distributed it to every Goat in the country. Suffice to say that between the anti-social distancing, … Continue reading No Room Whatsoever At the Inn