The thing about Sunday...
I deeply and truly missed my church when I couldn't go because of my work schedule. There hit a stretch where I couldn't hit service, I couldn't commit to small groups, and I missed it so much. When my schedule changed, I was excited to be able to get back to Sunday service. I was excited to get back into helping out. It means a lot to me. That being said. I haven't been to church in three weeks.
I don't know when I am going back and I am really hoping that attendance is only one part of the grade.
Some Christians work like hell for the devil. Seemingly if I am not related to those folks, they've friended me on Facebook. Nothing makes you want to join the darkside more than someone's extremely off-base and rude comments about your faith and super off the mark assumptions about the state of my relationship with God. Oh and in this case, commentary that suggested that I was chasing boys for lack of a better term was not only out of line it was insulting and so offensive.
So I haven't been to church in three weeks but people who lean on me don't realize this. I don't think there is anyone who realizes where I am at in my faith. It's not a disbelief in the existence, it's a disbelief that I am or have been among the chosen. Blame falling asleep to a shit ton of Reformation documentaries in October. Blame thinking too much about predetermination. Blame it on the bossanova. Who knows.
So now here I am, watching Dirty Dancing for the second time this weekend. I probably hadn't seen it in 20 years. I am not sure what the appeal is. I never related to this movie. Kinda sad really because it came out when I was 12 and while I wish I could say I totally saw myself as Baby. I didn't not. I enjoy the movie though. I forgot that much. Saddest thing of all is that at 12 I was cynical about romance.
Drinking some vodka straight up because there's no other good way and on top of everything Mr.Nibbles, our hamster, decided to go to the great wheel in the sky overnight. FML. Hamster death and children goes together like peanut butter and ladies. Not looking forward to this.
Still waiting on that magical fucking better that everyone said it would get after my divorce.
But I digress...
Tonight's pairings are:
I deeply and truly missed my church when I couldn't go because of my work schedule. There hit a stretch where I couldn't hit service, I couldn't commit to small groups, and I missed it so much. When my schedule changed, I was excited to be able to get back to Sunday service. I was excited to get back into helping out. It means a lot to me. That being said. I haven't been to church in three weeks.
I don't know when I am going back and I am really hoping that attendance is only one part of the grade.
Some Christians work like hell for the devil. Seemingly if I am not related to those folks, they've friended me on Facebook. Nothing makes you want to join the darkside more than someone's extremely off-base and rude comments about your faith and super off the mark assumptions about the state of my relationship with God. Oh and in this case, commentary that suggested that I was chasing boys for lack of a better term was not only out of line it was insulting and so offensive.
So I haven't been to church in three weeks but people who lean on me don't realize this. I don't think there is anyone who realizes where I am at in my faith. It's not a disbelief in the existence, it's a disbelief that I am or have been among the chosen. Blame falling asleep to a shit ton of Reformation documentaries in October. Blame thinking too much about predetermination. Blame it on the bossanova. Who knows.
So now here I am, watching Dirty Dancing for the second time this weekend. I probably hadn't seen it in 20 years. I am not sure what the appeal is. I never related to this movie. Kinda sad really because it came out when I was 12 and while I wish I could say I totally saw myself as Baby. I didn't not. I enjoy the movie though. I forgot that much. Saddest thing of all is that at 12 I was cynical about romance.
Drinking some vodka straight up because there's no other good way and on top of everything Mr.Nibbles, our hamster, decided to go to the great wheel in the sky overnight. FML. Hamster death and children goes together like peanut butter and ladies. Not looking forward to this.
Still waiting on that magical fucking better that everyone said it would get after my divorce.
But I digress...
Tonight's pairings are:
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