Today's OneWord: Prayer
I didn't want a single prayer from the congregation. I didn't want a homily devoted to me from the pastor, nor psalms dedicated to my fallen name. I didn't want anyone presuming I wanted to carry a cross as if I, too, were to be crucified for the sake of portraying a message.
Excommunication was bad enough already, and I wasn't willing to make more of a drama out of it. I was never going back to that church, not even to mouth anyone off. My girlfriend encouraged that mentality. She'd sit next to me on the couch as I stewed, holding my St. Teresa of Avila pendant close to my chest, and kiss me gently on the nose as a sign of "You're doing the right thing."
Excommunication was bad enough already, and I wasn't willing to make more of a drama out of it. I was never going back to that church, not even to mouth anyone off. My girlfriend encouraged that mentality. She'd sit next to me on the couch as I stewed, holding my St. Teresa of Avila pendant close to my chest, and kiss me gently on the nose as a sign of "You're doing the right thing."
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