Last Sunday the service was really long and I was supposed to meet a freind for lunch. So I just got up and walked out. We met right across the street and sat at a table by the window. Everytime I say someone from church walk by I tried to look away. Hope no one saw me.
Man that was a long service. People were like, I’d like to pray for my aunt and her dog and her dogs friend kiki and the cat they chased up the tree. I’d like to pray that the fleas I killed are happy in heaven…you know. I hope God has a good sense of humour.
But hey usually I dig church. Food for the soul.