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Nadia Bolz-Weber's avatar

I just deleted a comment that literally said "shame on you, Nadia" - so a gentle reminder: If you feel the need to leave a scolding comment to me or anyone else, please know that the entire internet is available to you. But not this corner. Here you will be kindly escorted out and offered a blessing...and a refund.

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It’s funny, I skipped church today because I was having my occasional “bad anxiety days” (PTSD) and messaged Chris, our organist, begging him to forgive me that I couldn’t make it to our little fledgling Lutheran congregation.

But when anxiety shows up like this it’s like I get spooked and become obsessed with death. Like, “what was that twinge?”

“Is this it? Is this how I go?”

And then I remember to eat something and I feel it ease off and end up feeling foolish. It’s like, “Fred. You’re not dying. You’re hungry and that makes you anxious.”

It just makes me wonder, after worry about it so much, that after we die - are we gonna be on the other side of it saying, “Was that what all the fuss was about?”

Sort of like when the hero finally meets the villain in the movie and says, “I thought you’d be taller.”

Anyway, Spc. Joe Price. Sgt. Lossie Brown. Gone but never forgotten.

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