Last Sunday we had a pretty meagre crowd at our event at The House Cafe. But, once again, I took the stage to talk about pop culture, life, big questions and Jesus to people who may or may not give a rip about any of those things. And people left. It's not an infrequent event for people to leave, but it deflated me more than usual. Yet I feel somehow that it's good for me. It's like brussel sprouts.
And it tastes about as bad too.
2 comments:
I like brussel sprouts.
Stacey
Brussel sprouts taste like farts!
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