Visitation nights are always interesting,

even when you choose not to go. As I did tonight. I really, really needed to handle my childhood friend, hard as it may by. It just needed to happen.

To be honest, earlier in the day, I decided not to handle it at all. I had waited too long, he had calmed down but now I was pissed! Why would he do that? In my class! I decided to call the pastor and let him handle it, after hearing my side first, of course.

God’s a funny dude. Seems the pastor wasn’t in. And his cell said something like, not available, don’t know what number you are trying to dial. Cool, now I have to do nothing.

Okay, so I was irritated. Vowed not to call. Period. I’m righteous, I did nothing! Whatever. Of course I called. And couldn’t get a word in. Totally apologetic, explained about some personal issues. Other stuff that is a bit too personal for an online journal, I’ll just have to remember it.

What a day. I’ve read on a blog a guy giving advice to turn inwards, yogi is the truth and the way. Saying Christians only talk to God, never listen. Inward. Inward. Inward. Turn inward, he says, truth is inward. There are multiple paths to God. Inward. And then I talk to AM and I know without hesitation, there IS truth in life. Ultimate truth. And it isn’t inward. We cannot turn inward, look in the mirror and improve our lives. No, that road only leads to more searching, more hopelessness, more loneliness. We must, instead, look upward.

I am the Way, the Truth and the Light. No man go before the Father except through Me.