Comment on Are You One of the Exiles? by Kendall

I left the church one morning, half way through a service when I saw the children in front of me at play in the pews and had a sense of invitation to come outside and play, too. Once I was out the doors, I stopped by to visit an old friend whose wife was in the last weeks of her life. Waiting in the waiting room for him, he stepped out from the ICU, saw me sitting there, and said, “I was hoping you would be here. Let’s go get some lunch, I know a place where they bring fresh baked cookies when they bring your tab.”

I never stepped back inside the church since…