Sunday A Ruined Day

At church, I had a dispute with another member about folks making noise after I had gotten them to be quiet. I handled my interaction with the church folks poorly, and the anger I faced was harsh. I later publicly apologized to the church. I was left shaking and upset, and it ruined my day. Even as I write this, I can feel all the emotions returning.

I talked to Deborah for quite a while as she helped me deal with the mess. It was good to talk. Dondrea and I talked later; she was there and thought I had handled a bad moment well. Even as I write this, I still feel upset. I am not sure I can be an usher, nor at this moment do I want to return and teach this coming Sunday. This crap I thought I left when I retired.

My Sunday evening was spent watching Star Trek Academy’s end-of-season show (it was excellent) and eating a salad with ham and cheese, along with chopped carrots and celery. I next watched multiple YouTube videos, including Battleship New Jersey’s channel update on the US Navy’s plans to build a battleship. The Discriminating Gamer channel had a list of the best board game expansions, and two that I was considering, and he says they are great. I see a purchase in the future. As my emotions were still in a swirl, I skipped any political items.

I started on, despite my reservations about this coming Sunday, the notes for my Sunday School, and focused on the end of The Book of Revelation (no ‘s’). Taking an obvious cue from the text, my first class focuses on the beginning, and my next on the end. This avoids the imagery and play-like nature of the majority of the text. I will cover that in another class, as well as the connection to popular versions found in books, shows, and movies.

I picked three texts and then tried to find a copy of my translation of part of the book (no luck so far). I formatted and assembled the initial document. I have much more to add.

I had planned to spend the afternoon on writing and other tasks, but most got put off. I went to bed and slept until beyond sunrise. I did rise once, around 3, to prove hydration.

Starting at the beginning, I rose on Sunday morning with the sunrise, reheated the coffee, and did the usual things, like writing the blog. All a blur now, lost in the distress. I remember arriving too early, chatting with Deborah, and reading the news on my iPhone. I wore my straw hat as it was a sunny, summer-like morning. The attendance was low, not more than 32, and the church started before I was ready (the clock I learned later was 1o minutes wrong). Ken gave a sermon about what it would be like to discover that you are not the generation to see the promised land, but to wander in the desert. How do you keep your faith and joy? Jeremiah was the text, and it questions why the people had turned away from God. And Ken takes it further, implying we find new “gods” when things go poorly.

Jack sang a wonderful solo. I put some of it on Facebook.

And then things went poorly about then…and I have no intention of recording that here.

I am not sure I can return on Sunday. I will see how I feel.

Thanks for reading.