As I walked into the chapel and slipped into the back pew, something strange happened. I got a double-take.
With my plain black t-shirt and a face for radio, I thought the elderly woman glancing at me, and then whipping around to stare was a little odd. I mean sure, at 32 years old I’m probably about half the age of the typical occupant of a perpetual adoration chapel, but I couldn't be that out of place, could I?
Then I noticed the elephant I brought with me into the room, or better put – the instrument.