One Dumb Thing at the Border

I packed my clergy shirt. I did NOT pack my clergy collar. If anything, I’m good at bringing the human to the divine.

So I stuck a folded-up piece of paper in the place where the collar goes. It was great watching people react to that. One dude gloriously joked me straight to my face. I wish I had gotten his name. (He also fanboyed Bishop Carlton Pearson in the church bathroom.) One lady tried to straighten it when it got bent out of shape. Most people looked at my neck rather then my face. By the time we got to the Border Patrol gate it had mostly melted in Texas-heat plus neck-sweat.

I also left my hat on the bus.

Other writings from Moral Monday at the Borderlands

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