Worship is over, we feasted at the Eucharist.
The last song is sung, the pastor’s blessing rings in my ears.
We push through the door. Shake pastor’s hand; say something nice.
All these happy people. Friendly, pushy, chipper – needy.
No, I’m not coming to coffee fellowship.
Yes, I like the people here.
No, I’m not in a bad mood.
Yes, I’m an introvert.
No, that’s not the reason.
I come here to be fed – spirituality, not with coffee.
Yes, that is okay.
I’m here to feed my need of God’s message of Grace and Love. To hear the good news. To find balance in my life. My soul needs the nourishment.
I care about you.
Just my way.
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