Did you ever say to yourself as you walked into church, “What am I doing here?”
Uristides McFarland went to church one Sunday morning expecting nothing unusual to happen. There were the same words to be said, the same announcements to be listened to, and the same hymns to be sung with the same congregation. Over the years he’d gotten so he often went through the whole experience in a sort of trance. This he accomplished by turning his mind to automatic pilot and letting his thoughts drift off in other directions. And this Sunday morning was no different. He sat down in a pew, turned off his mind, and let the words and music wash around him like waves swirling around a log cast up on the beach.
Uristides stood up and sat down at the proper times, folded his hands and bowed his head at the proper times, and turned the pages to the proper hymns at the proper times. He…
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