Sunday, July 6, 2008

Disturbed.

I'm disturbed.

During church, one of my friends calls. I let it go to voice mail and check it after church. The message says that a bunch of current and former employees from a place I used to work for were going to get together for a cookout. So I went.

At the cookout, my friend says (to my surprise) that he has stopped going to church. His explanation is that he went to church every Sunday for three years and his life totally sucked; when he quit going to church his life improved remarkably. At this point he denies the very existence of God.

Okay, my first reaction is the reaction a church boy like me should have: holy crap; eternal soul in danger. But then, my second reaction immediately followed, which was: Gee, maybe I should try that crap, because this isn't really what I envisioned for my life.

Disturbed.