That's how I spent my morning. This evening, at the first of what is intended to be a monthly series of discipleship opportunities—explicitly meant to encourage we parishioners to persevere in the faith & grow in "intentional discipleship" (de rigueur jargon de jour)—a paid employee of the parish said that unless one closes one's eyes, raises one's hands, or makes some other visible sign of participation/approval during the playing of "praise & worship" music, one has not allowed the Lord Jesus to sit on the throne of one's heart. I woke up early & spent over an hour on the road to drive a man of whom I'm not particularly fond to the just punishment for his freely chosen breaches of the law (sparing him a harsher but no less just punishment), I worshiped the Lord in the public liturgy of the Church, & I conducted Bible study with violent felons in the clink—none of it for my glory, but all for His, in my best effort to be obedient to the will of God—but I am not a disciple of Christ Jesus after all, because I do not raise my hands during praise & worship.
"Something is rotten in the state of Denmark."That's what's eating The Last Angry Man.
—Wm. Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act I, Scene IV