Tough Day. Long Day.
Nothing in particular made it a tough, long day. Just one of those draining kinds of days. It’s not the fact that there were only 3 people at our mid-week service…after all, I learned a long time ago that you don’t measure someone’s commitment to Jesus by the number of hours per week they spend inside a church building. I guess I’m simply discovering that it’s going to be more of a spiritual battle than I imagined. I mean, after all, here we are in the very buckle of the Bible Belt! This is the county where First Baptist! Woodstock! is located! This is where the big guns come to hang out! But the powers of darkness are there and here and everywhere! The most powerful one may be that of apathy…

Oh, well. It seems that everything I post is kind of a downer. Maybe that’s the way it is…