When I got in the car yesterday, Dale had left the radio on Moody and I listened to the Christians debate birth control. It's astonishing how many people claim things are in the Bible that are not in the bible. Rabid Catholic dude was going off about God thinking of us as his bride and all all through the Bible. Right.
Draw me nearer, Lord. Draw me nearer, Lord Jesus. Come into my heart, Lord Jesus. Come in today, come in to stay, come into my heart, Lord Jesus. And this time can you please not bring in your nails and screws and torment me with guilt guilt guilt. I'd like the groovy Jesus please your bell bottoms your herb your free love your LSD. Really. I've had enough of big bad BOO hardening the heart of you me it's true I'll have no more thorns round my waist only your hands in my hair scrubbing me clean with soap Breck shampoo no blood please seriously can we just dispense with the blood.
It's Palm Sunday. Dale reads the epistle reading in church today. Can't wait to hear him.
Bought excellent old postcards. Bought slightly disturbing quite fabulous wedding gift. Sunlight springtime = cure for blues. Until you get back home and you pout some more. Because you're a big 50 year old baby. Because you do what you do. Then you get over it. Eventually.