I guess I have a choice to make.

I can choose to always be positive or I can choose to be looked at out of the corners of eyes.

I imagine the Old Testament prophets did not relish the role that was thrust upon them. They would probably rather have been going out to the pubs with groups of friends and laughing it up. Instead they had to do what they had to do, and they probably didn’t have many friends at all. Who wants to hang out with a guy who is all gloom and doom, who is negative all the time, who is always pointing out the flaws?

But I’m not a prophet. I shouldn’t have to be without friends. I guess I should just dumb myself down, overlook the stuff I see, stop worrying about it, be another evangelical robo-Christian, get some bumper stickers, put a fish on my car, and get with the program. I can be a fun guy.

See what you started, Cindy?