last night i arrived back to the town that shall always carry with it the "home" pre-fix.
(this is my hometown. i will always be from here.)
i sat and drank with some lovely friends (all part of the few that still read this)
i drank spirits that lifted mine.
i experienced a temptation that lifted both my ego and my guilt.
(there might be more on this as the days go on.)
we talked candidly about our parents and youth pastors: the ambassadors of a life that is not neccesarily our own.
it did my heart good.
its good to be home.
today i go, for the first time in carlsbad, to a church that my dad does not pastor.
today my parents, for the first time in some thirty-odd years, will attend church as simple christians; unwrapped of all the stigma and power that comes with being people of the cloth.
today, for the first time since i could legally drive, my parents and i will ride to the church in the same car.
i welcome the surreal.
8:28 a.m. - 2006-12-24
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