In the infamous words of an old friend,Chris Hamler, the truth only hurts when it should. The truth is that I did have some regret after writing The Sunday Grump a few days ago. I don't regret writing it, I regret writing something that didn't have a happy ending. A close friend pointed out to me that I ended that particular blog on a depressing note. I don't like unhappy endings.
Now don't get me wrong. Every story doesn't always have a happy ending - but every story should have a glimmer of hope in it.
So, the Sunday grump. I wrote about not liking Sundays because of the association I have with Sundays from my childhood. I simply didn't like going to church, or being made to go to church. I confessed that I really didn't like being made to do anything and am still that way.
The point I was trying to make was that we can still carry past associations into our present that affect our thinking and decision making. I didn't really do a good job of making that point. I also didn't do a good job of telling you that we can always change things for the better.
The hope for me, in the church going part of my life, is that I found a place where the people are warm and wonderful, and the central message is grace, not condemnation. I like grace, and that makes for better Sundays.
Bye bye, Sunday grump.
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