Slaughter of the Innocents

This little light of mine . . . all gone.

Eric Griggs
7 min readMay 5, 2018

II·t was a cold Sunday in January and my partner and I were attending a little Lutheran Church near the house. (Nowadays it has now been converted into an Arts Center for Children.) Although I had been raised Baptist, I certainly felt no loyalty to the haters. As an artsy Queer™ myself, I always had soft spot for the liturgy of the Lutherans — particularly their Catholic-lite mass-ish liturgy and standard revolving calendar of seasons, readings, and vestments. If one can find a Lutheran Church with a talented organist, it is a pleasant experience for music lovers. I liked that particular church because they had a fat minister who was welcoming and whose sermons were rather interesting.

The Gospel Reading was announced, an excerpt from Matthew, Chapter 2, and an older lay-person took to the lectern to read:

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“When [the Magi] had gone, an angel of the Lord appeared to Joseph in a dream. Get up, he said, take the child and his mother and escape to Egypt. Stay there until I tell you, for Herod is going to search for the child to kill him. So he got up, took the child and his mother during the night, and left for Egypt, where he stayed until the death of Herod. And so was fulfilled what the Lord had said through the prophet: ‘Out of Egypt I called my son.’ When Herod realized that he…

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Eric Griggs

Juxtaposeur, technical analyst, process engineer, poet wordsmith, INTJ, Anansi, MBTI certified practitioner & team-builder, certifiable fabulist & Uppity Queer™