I find that Every Sunday I get another lesson in patience and not judging.
I sometimes find everything is just fine.
Then other times, I am tested....
“Why can they not pick a song that we could actually sing? where oh where do they get these awful hymns?”
“Why can’t they get the priest’s microphone to work, or just let him talk without one?”
“Maybe I should tell this schmoozing young couple in front of me to just get a motel room.”
” Is it possible a young child age 9 could sit through one hour without a game?”
Guess the Lord is testing my patience. HA!
(ha,,wonder what they are saying about me?)
Before I’m done i want to clarify my remarks about minks mentioned upthread.
I have no problem with minks in a coat.
In fact, given their nasty nature and having meat not worth the bother, in a coat is the best place for a mink.
I’m jus’ sayin’.