Tomorrow is church. I’m not looking forward to it.
Sadly, I haven’t looked forward to church for a number of years. I know it’s my fault. I’ve been told many times. Those of you who know me, however, know I’m through with trying to be open enough or humble enough or trusting enough to scrape up a few crumbs of benefit from the professional talkers.
Of course I’m angry. But stewing in anger hasn’t gotten me very far. Looking around the room, on the other hand, has changed my life. Each person uniquely fashioned in the love of God for this time. I wonder what they would contribute if the choices weren’t already prescribed.
