Slipped into the quiet Christmas Day service at my former parish and felt like the odd relative who comes at Christmas bringing the gifts no one likes. :( Except for one longtime friend who chatted with me, but hes awesome. Ah, well. It is what it is, they are whom they are, and I just need to leave them to it. Jesus loves me and sees my worth. And He knows how hard it was for me to walk through those doors for the Eucharist. Hes worth the bit of pain. Hells bells, while the right sort were comfortable and enjoying themselves, He was lying in a manger.
Posted on: Thu, 25 Dec 2014 18:06:32 +0000
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