Old Dogma New Tricks (The Elven Prophecy Book 2) by Theophilus Monroe & Michael Anderle

Author:Theophilus Monroe & Michael Anderle [Monroe, Theophilus]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: LMBPN Publishing
Published: 2021-05-12T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Two

I walked back into my apartment, and after being graced with a head butt from Agnus and scratching behind his ears in return, I quickly slipped out of my slacks and into some sweats.

I didn’t like dress clothes. Part of me envied those hipster preachers who wore whatever the hell they wanted and still preached to massive crowds.

Sundays, outside of football season, were typically occupied by activities with church members, but this Sunday, after what had happened, I didn’t receive any invites to lunch.

Jim was the only one who said anything to me about it. He was the only member who’d voiced his disapproval. That didn’t mean others didn’t have the same thoughts, but most good folks had consciences. They sensed that something had made them feel uncomfortable, and rather than retreat to bigotry or narrow-mindedness, they’d used that discomfort as an opportunity to reflect. Why did something that should be good make me feel anxious? What was it about my attitudes or beliefs, be they explicit or implicit, that was leading me to think in a way that I intuitively knew to be wrong?

That didn’t mean Jim wasn’t struggling with it. It didn’t mean his attitude wouldn’t change once he’d had a chance to reflect. Some of us struggled more internally, and others of us had to air out our struggles—wrestle with what we were feeling by putting our thoughts, even our ugliest ones, out there to be scrutinized.

I mean, hello! How many social media arguments, ultimately leading to unfriendings and unfollows, began that way? Someone shooting from the hip, airing feelings that stemmed from incomplete thoughts, from things they were sorting through, only to have the mobs descend upon them with scathing condemnations?

I’d been there and had it done to me. I mean, I’d once aired the ungodly opinion that Toy Story 2 was better than the original, and holy hell, they’d nearly burned me alive.

It was one reason why I didn’t keep social media apps on my phone anymore. I still had my accounts, and I checked in periodically to see if I had any messages from long-lost high school buddies or whatever, but I couldn’t make social media a regular part of my routine. I just couldn’t. Not if I wanted to be happy. Not if I wanted to stay sober.

I had an itch to go to the gym. Yeah, Jag wouldn’t be there, not on a Sunday. There probably wouldn’t be many folks there.

Just as I was about to grab my gym bag, my phone buzzed.

I still had the phone on vibrate, which I’d switched it to before church.

It was Philip.

Have time to talk?

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