“Let’s go,” I said, standing. But his chair blocked the pew. “What are you doing?” he asked. “Seriously. Like, with your life. You watch the world go by. This … spectator. Never fully engaged, because why do that? You’re like a critic. You watch. You comment. But you don’t engage. Because to do that takes courage. It takes vulnerability. The chance we might get hurt. But you’ve had enough of that. You’re so afraid.”
