Interstate Exits In Montana

Ok, so that last post stayed up top a lot longer than it should have. I don't plan these things; when I feel like writing, I write.

I was talking to a very dear friend of mine and she mentioned reading the "All Fired Up" post. According to her, her first reaction was, "Now that's why I don't go to church." So, of course I started thinking about how long that post had been up and how it might affect others along different parts of their spiritual road. Yeah, I know, I think too much.

In that spirit, I'll add the following: People have very good reasons for distrusting organized religion. My friend has some of the best reasons I've heard. I've got a few doozies myself. With 3 people who preach on a regular basis in my family and two years of church school under my belt, I've had a front-row seat to some pretty discouraging stuff. However, I'd urge anyone in a faith crisis to not confuse people's actions with God's. Don't throw out the baby Jesus with the bathwater, so to speak.

The reason churches are so tragically flawed is that they are filled with humans. Frankly, humans suck sometimes. But God is good. Unfailingly, eternally good. I may continue going to this particular church and I may not. If I leave, though, I'll find another faith community. And we'll stumble around as humans do and try to follow Christ's example as best we can. Maybe next time I'll be the one who loses my marbles and hurts someone's feelings, but I'll try not to.

That's deep, Ogre.

On to more shallow stuff. You'll be pleased to know life here is getting better. The major negative influence at my job got fired, and things have been much better since. I wish that person the best of luck in the future; simultaneously, I'm glad she's out of my grill.

I'm getting a lot of flack at home about how infrequently I post. Bryan compared MRF posts to interstate exits in Montana. You never know when they'll pop up, but you're happy when you see one. The Samurai of the Simile is talking about starting his own blog soon. I'm sure we'll be able to take him more seriously when he puts on his big boy pants and actually writes something. (Ooooh snap, no she didn't....)