This, my second, Sunday at church was better than my first, which had been pretty good.
I'd met the pastor this past Wednesday at their annual Meal of Thanks, and far from acting like the alpha jerk I'd feared he'd be, he acted like a squirrel puppy.
I stayed for his sermon this week (I'd skipped out last week), and he sort of reminded me of Robin Williams:
enthusiastic, good natured, and brokenhearted.
He was talking about Joseph's brothers plotting to kill him (in Genesis or Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat), and he showed a photo the site of Martin Luther King's assassination where there's a plaque that quotes the brothers:
[What becomes of Joseph's dreams is that his brothers' actions guarantee they will come true.]
That was good. Also, they have good snacks after church, like a bowl of clementines, not just donuts. But also donuts.
I am cautiously optimistic that this is a good place for me to be.
I'd met the pastor this past Wednesday at their annual Meal of Thanks, and far from acting like the alpha jerk I'd feared he'd be, he acted like a squirrel puppy.
I stayed for his sermon this week (I'd skipped out last week), and he sort of reminded me of Robin Williams:
enthusiastic, good natured, and brokenhearted.
He was talking about Joseph's brothers plotting to kill him (in Genesis or Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat), and he showed a photo the site of Martin Luther King's assassination where there's a plaque that quotes the brothers:
"And they said to one another, Behold, here cometh the dreamer, let us slay him and we will see what becomes of his dreams."Wow. I did not know that.
--Genesis 37: 19-20
That was good. Also, they have good snacks after church, like a bowl of clementines, not just donuts. But also donuts.
I am cautiously optimistic that this is a good place for me to be.
