I have a confession to make, a couple of weeks ago I really didn’t want to got to church. I hadn’t slept well Saturday night, and when I did fall asleep (after reading for a couple of hours in the middle of the night) I had an unsettling dream, not the kind that is frightening, but the kind that causes you to wake up angry and agitated ( I dreamt my dog was dognapped, and I was out for justice Liam Neeson style). The weather was changing and every old injury in my body (I’ve broken both ankles, and most of my fingers; had a major hip reconstruction, including osteoplasty; had a major shoulder injury including multiple broken bones from a deck collapse; I played a contact sport, often on artificial turf, at a serious level and skied 30+ days a year into my late 30s and have all of the attendant aches a pain that go with that) ached. … Continue reading