The Disciple classes were about finding my way, my spiritual
path, and I responded to them. Although I sometimes wonder if Christianity has
the answers I need, and I recognize that there are other ways of looking at our
relationship with God, I need my church. I need to be there with my church
family and feel how worship calms my soul, the ritual and readings, the sharing
of joys and concerns, the moments of greeting people and feeling their sorrow. In
church on Day Four, I cried to hear how a father of fifty died during heart
surgery, how one of our members has mixed feelings about moving to be near her
daughter, about a couple whose unborn twins have mixed-together blood and one
of the children will die. Life is not fair. People are complicated.
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