Not This Sunday
It was a communion Sunday at my own church, and for the first time I didn't take it, because I've been far from God for a while now and it felt wrong to pretend otherwise.
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It was a communion Sunday at my own church, and for the first time I didn't take it, because I've been far from God for a while now and it felt wrong to pretend otherwise.
On the parable of the prodigal son, the brother left standing outside the party, and the ending Scripture refuses to give us.
On falling into old sin again, and the strange logic of shame that makes it hardest to pray exactly when prayer is most needed.