I have a dentist appointment in 8 hours and 14 minutes — not a big fan. I’m the prodigal dental patient. They should kill something and feast when I show up — as long as they do it before they make my mouth bleed so I can enjoy. I promise I’ll floss after the feast.
I wonder if people who haven’t been to church in a long time feel the same as I do about a dentist. A bunch of people with apparently perfect teeth telling me that my teeth are a mess, and I should try harder to fix them — both things I already know.
UPDATE: Well…there wasn’t a feast or any parting gifts, but they did invite me to come back!