Where Everyone Knows Your Name (and it’s not a good one)
I went to church Sunday, the same church that has so thoroughly shunned me. The church in which the small group that used to meet in my home organized against me to disappear like a fart in the wind. (No. Really! Just when I was expecting people to show up for the regular meeting, no one did, and despite the fact that my name had long been included in the email circular, I was not notified but apparently every last one of that group was except me, because NO ONE showed up at my place even by mistake.) The church where the shepherd told me that I can “scream at the top of my voice” yet they “will not listen to me.”
Yeah. That one. I went there Sunday for worship.
And though my attention was quite divided between the sermon and my unruly children, I managed to catch a…
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