It wasn’t the churches fault,
but my first trip back to church in 4 years’left me feeling Like I had…..
jogged in the hot sun and crawled into a mouldy casket
to try and cool down…
the place that had once meant hope and sunshine to me..
the congregation onmce filled with hopeful laughing children
had about as much life as as..
the way I felt about my love life..
I was the youngest there and I am a grandpa..
instead of drums, guitars
there was nothing but the dreadful organ
the grand flatulant instrument..
I escaped before even a note was played
and snuck out the back door
just as a mother who hgad been physically violent in her child raising years
went in the front door..
now she seems only eschatalogically violent..or was the violence my desire to escape…
I tried my dear L…..
You said I needed to come here again
it would be the only place I might find friends…
The words of Bruce Cockburn come to mind
"Open up the doors and
let the bad air out…"
There is bad air in there
and I am the source of some of it…
( 4 years since I had been to church,
20 years since preaching my last sermon
28 years from discarding the collar and cloth