Ebbs and flows, as it goes
This past Memorial Day blowout weekend started off fantastically with a matinee viewing of "The Avengers: Infinity War." I had almost thought the two plus hours would be excessive, and worried about comic book overload, but it was fantastic, and had me fighting back tears at the end.
On Sunday, my pastor closed out the last sermon in a series entitled Speak To Me outlining how Jesus outlined how to follow him, specifically in his teachings on Mount Sanai. He referenced sexuality--I mean, he said the word--which I, of course, interpreted to be homosexuality. I left services feeling particularly low, and when I looked up what Jesus's teaching were, there wasn't a mention of such a thing (something I knew of before, but needed confirmed), only of not committing adultery.
So, after having tossed back a few and feeling particularly emboldened, I emailed my pastor a whole word vomit of my thoughts, pointed him to the documentary, "For the Bible Tells Me So," which I saw a few years back and which nicely clears about the alleged anti-gay sentiments in the Bible, and said I would probably be too embarrassed to attend that particular church again. He responded not long after saying that was not his intention and how he was sorry for what I'd gone through as a gay person. I didn't exactly get a ringing endorsement, but it felt nice to have some degree of validation as going to church had felt like stepping back into the closet at times. I saw him this past Sunday, and we did the handshake hug thing, so we're good.
I'm even thinking of fasting for a few days over the Fourth of July holiday. I'm trying to bring out something in myself that will be the push I need to get baptized.
I saw Leah on Saturday, and we did Thirsty Bear, and a little shopping downtown. She's loving her new job. Roze also got a job there--and is also pregnant with baby number two! Unbelievable stuff.
I'm feeling like the meal planning of working out is just an uphill battle, especially when stacked against my drinking habits, which were rather reckless this past month or so. Part of me just feels like with the lessened nature of my role, I might as well make up for it by just chillaxing a bit more. It helps that I have a boss who's not on site most of them time, and I still get all my work done. I just don't want it to spiral out of control and I'd really like to get back on track with the slimming down.
We're a mess over here.
On Sunday, my pastor closed out the last sermon in a series entitled Speak To Me outlining how Jesus outlined how to follow him, specifically in his teachings on Mount Sanai. He referenced sexuality--I mean, he said the word--which I, of course, interpreted to be homosexuality. I left services feeling particularly low, and when I looked up what Jesus's teaching were, there wasn't a mention of such a thing (something I knew of before, but needed confirmed), only of not committing adultery.
So, after having tossed back a few and feeling particularly emboldened, I emailed my pastor a whole word vomit of my thoughts, pointed him to the documentary, "For the Bible Tells Me So," which I saw a few years back and which nicely clears about the alleged anti-gay sentiments in the Bible, and said I would probably be too embarrassed to attend that particular church again. He responded not long after saying that was not his intention and how he was sorry for what I'd gone through as a gay person. I didn't exactly get a ringing endorsement, but it felt nice to have some degree of validation as going to church had felt like stepping back into the closet at times. I saw him this past Sunday, and we did the handshake hug thing, so we're good.
I'm even thinking of fasting for a few days over the Fourth of July holiday. I'm trying to bring out something in myself that will be the push I need to get baptized.
I saw Leah on Saturday, and we did Thirsty Bear, and a little shopping downtown. She's loving her new job. Roze also got a job there--and is also pregnant with baby number two! Unbelievable stuff.
I'm feeling like the meal planning of working out is just an uphill battle, especially when stacked against my drinking habits, which were rather reckless this past month or so. Part of me just feels like with the lessened nature of my role, I might as well make up for it by just chillaxing a bit more. It helps that I have a boss who's not on site most of them time, and I still get all my work done. I just don't want it to spiral out of control and I'd really like to get back on track with the slimming down.
We're a mess over here.