Here is a picture of someone at Hampton United Methodist Church in Hampton, NH. As I write this it is thundering outside and I have just come from a meeting of youth parents and sponsors at which I learned that some parents that I respect force their children to come to youth. This is a blog that focuses on good news, so let me mention the feeling of this beautiful burden of wanting to flee the church grounds as fast as I can after the meeting is over, because soon the church will be silent. No fellowship and happy singing until next week. But I am thirty three years old. Out of my parents' house, and incidentally, they do not have a church home. Is this a question of forgiveness? of moving forward? but as to the question of fleeing the silence, when we've been there ten thousand years, bright shining as the sun, we've no less days to sing God's praise than when we'd first begun.
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