It was bound to happen sooner or later…or…the honeymoon is over.
Ok, I’m sitting in church on Sunday enjoying the “honeymoon” period(I’m really starting to like this church) and it happens…the pastor says something that I really disagree with. It wasn’t a doctrinal disagreement necessarily but strong enough to make me flinch internally. I still like the church and will still attend(I’m not a baby, give me some credit), but now that the warm fuzzies have been violated I have to will to grow into mature love for this body…poor me. The honeymoon analogy is probably adequate. It’s like this… you’re just married and enjoying the honeymoon. Your spouse, because of natural bodily processes, has to take care of intestinal business. Well, let’s say they leave the door open during the download and because you’re eating foods that are somewhat foreign to your system there is a more antagonistic odor than usual. Well you can kiss those warm fuzzies good bye and send them on a fast track to the land of broken dreams baby!….sorry…you get the picture. I guess I’ll start bringing a can of biblical air freshener to church.
By the way, this has nothing to do with my wife and our honey moon. sorry dear.
asta la vista los web geeks
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