It is not Sunday morning. That’s right. It is now Monday afternoon. I strive for punctuality. My history has proven otherwise. No point getting all bent out of shape. However, this does not mean that I wasted a Sunday morning. Far from the case.
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 6.11.17
It’s alright. I understand. I do it too. What is now hours upon hours spent flipping through the compartmentalized lives of hundreds of folks. Hunched over a pocket-sized glow. Whatever they choose to share. And whatever I choose to witness. Less than a moment spent on each. No longer knowing what it is that hope…
