I guess I'm a writer at heart. Whenever something really grieves me, I tend to write about it, then save the copy somewhere, often on a Zip disk which gets forgotten. Anyhow, I'm in the process of getting rid of my Windows computer, and I was looking at all those old disks. I won't have WordPerfect of Microsoft Works any more, so I have been translating (and reading) all the old material to RTF files. Some funny stuff there. Some sad stuff.
One thing has really struck me. Several letters dated 1999 really focus on my sense of disenchantment and ill-ease with the church I've been attending since 1977. Since DaviD is out of town at the Pride festival in Columbus, there's no question of him coming to Ashland Presbyterian with me tomorrow, and I was asking myself this morning whether I would go without him. Maybe one point of all this archive-reading is that I have an answer. Yes.
No comments:
Post a Comment