“I went to church with my grandparents sometimes and I loved it. It slaked my thirst. But I pretended to think it was foolish, because that pleased my father. I lived for him. He was my first god.” ~ Anne Lamont (p. 8, Traveling Mercies)
This little paragraph grabbed me moments ago. We all live for something or someone. And that something or someone becomes our god. During my shower it dawned on me again. Worship wars is not musical styles or liturgical renewal, it’s a battle of the core of our existence, i.e. Who or What are we living for?
Sobering for a monday afternoon.