Categories: uncategorized
Date: 01 August 2005 00:28:31
We got a present. This journal. There's always gifts at these things. I guess someone's gift must be giving. I guess my love language is not gifts.
Just got here. Where's the supper? Could go a biccy...except I've gone off sugar.
Lot's of people are in their P.J.'s _in the lounge room_!
More slow music, on and on like waves. Always on retreats, slow music. What is this strange custom, this strange retreat culture? I want out.
Where is God in all this? Is he up here? Is she down here? I hope no one thinks I'm all spiritual scribbling away in here.
People are receiving prayer. They are brave. Am I a fraud writing all this while people cry and pray.
I quite like praying for people. I can't be full of myself when I'm praying for people.
Oh! Now it's Christian Chorus instrumental tracks.
Am I irreverent? Have I failed to enter into the spirit of the event?
Who are all these people I came to get to know?