Skipping Church

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It’s Sunday morning, and I’m at home alone. Skipping church. To fill the emptiness usually taken up by in-person fellowship, I call my buddy who is in the hospital recovering from surgery. We talk about his life and health for a while and then the verbal floodgates open. I share my perplexity about the state of Christianity and my feeling of homelessness. Well, maybe not homelessness, but being…

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