“Well, a funny thing happened yesterday.”
“Oh. And what did he say?”
“We talked about it for a while, and he understood.”
“That’s good. The megachurch thing scares me.”
“It scares me, too, but it might be good for you.” We then talked about who was at Asbury, etc.; Mom didn’t recognize any names, and neither did I.
I have always called Asbury UMC/Madison, AL, “Fort God UMC, Madison”. I’ve done so somewhat derisively.
I get the sinking sensation that I might be humbled yet again for words that I’ve said without fully appreciating their effect…