Okay, so we're back to the doom and gloom?
Did you forget to take your meds again??
The first night going back to a place you said you hadn't been in 25 years, you have an anxiety attack, heartburn, gas or something and post a long diatribe about how we're (well, the LA District anyway
) is going to hell in a handbasket, so to speak. It was doom and gloom.
So much so that you bought a black shirt to symbolize your mourning. You wanted to wear it the next night to show everyone how deeply saddened you were.
But the next night, Hallellujah anyhow, the Lord was in it! The Quartet sang and you felt back at home. Everything was back to being right again. The church was back on the path . . .
Now suddenly we're in a little boat about ready to plunge over a steep, rocky waterfall. I'm assuming if that happens, we'll be dashed to bits and alive no more.
Up one day, down the next. Up one day, down the next. Sounds a little double-minded. Sounds a little like one being blown about by the wind.
But I'm just a dumb novice here. I have nowhere near the incredible, almost God-like, knowledge BS has.
Some of BS' posts remind me of this Christian parody from SermonSpice:
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