Mar 14, 2005

Sunday cracks

So I'm sitting there, in the back, in the corner, and I think, we're not praying together, we just happen to be praying at the same time.

I think, there was no one here who needed to see me. It feels like sitting in an empty theater. Feels like getting rained on in a house.

I think, letting the simple sermon get lost in some example, about Lot's wife and about a meaningless ball rolling down the street in the evening.