As I was standing with my family singing a happy hymn while watching the processional of the smoke slinger, the cross bearer, the choir and the priest, I feel someone standing next to me and I hear, to my surprise, “This is my seat: I sit here.” That’s when I realized it wasn’t the Holy Spirit standing next to me. To my surprise it was an older lady with a hardened look on her face. Definitely not the typical southern Episcopal proper kind I so fondly remember from my childhood. Nope, not a glimmer of sparkle in her stone cold blue eyes. It was more of a crusty look staring…