I have a confession: one that I’m really not proud of.
But tonight at church, and really for the last couple weeks, I honestly have just felt…nothing.
It’s like I’ve been spiritually numb.
But tonight was different. I was actually getting angry.
I was sitting in the pew, and just inexplicably fuming, being critical of every little thing: the priest seemed arrogant. The pace was too slow. I was literally shooting daggers with my eyes at the elderly woman leading the songs. (A capella, I might add.) Who is this monster I’ve allowed in my thoughts and heart?!
But I was just checked out. And the more I thought about it, the worse it got.
I’m going to be honest: growing up, I had a few episodes of… the silent treatment.
I’m not proud to admit that passive aggressive low blow, but I have been known to give my…
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