I hate sitting near the front at church. I always feel like the priest is staring at me or thinking I did something bad. Or he’s going to call on me to answer some question about John or Matthew or Michelangelo from the Old Testament to see if I know the Bible. No barrier between you and the man of the cloth means at any time he could take three steps and put you on the spot. I knew I was going to be on the spot today, and it makes me want to throw up even more.
