Finding Bliss
“What is the fucking meaning of life?” I asked our shocked friends as we sat in the rectory of the parish where my husband was the pastor, drinking cheap wine. “We have been friends for more than ten years and we talk about the same theological shit every time. There must be more to life than this.”“Well, Christine, my dear,” said Matt, my husband, clearly embarrassed about my language and my questioning our existence. “We are chosen to glorify God.” He looked at his clergy colleague, Al, for...
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