After all my ranting and ravings about the church helping those who are needy, I get to practice what I have been preaching (read beating a dead horse over and over again!) .
This summer, our church’s denomination is holding a conference about how to implement helping the oppressed and poor. And I get to go.
As a matter of fact, right now I am the only one going…
I hope that changes. I hope I am not the lone representative of our church. That happens a lot. And I am not a convincing person.
I may know where the best deal of the week is hidden and no one would go because they wouldn’t believe me that it’s worth it.
This is where my husband and I differ. People actually consider the claims that he makes. They stop and mull it over. Even if they think it’s a dumb idea at first, he can argue the value of it without sounding like he’s arguing.
Isn’t he just the greatest thing ever?
No, he really is.
Anyway, I am going, and maybe I’m going to start beating that dead horse again.
Poor dead horse.