5.26.13, 11:57 PM

Der…Der?…Der!!!

Sundays are not bad at all. I feel bad on Sundays, true. It is a spiritual sadness. Another long week of work can be hard on the mind.

This is why throughout history Sunday has always been for rest. It makes sense to me why so many spend Sunday thinking over the week in hymn or silence at the church.

Oh yeah. I guess I’ll mention it because I’m already sending an email. I think I figured out the title of my book. Are you ready? It’s called What to Worship.

That’s not all. I’ve worked on it much more than I originally thought. Actually, I’m about halfway through the first draft. Only, I didn’t know.

But then I sat in the church of my mind. My mind-church is a dark place. There’s no denying that. It’s desolate. Really, it’s medieval. It has the feeling of a dungeon.

Oh well, we can’t choose these things. Some people are born with peculiar aesthetic tastes, just as some are born into certain denominations. Very rarely do we choose our religion.

My religion happens to worship in a church with deep blood reds and damp caverns and very little light. It can get dreary, to be sure. But in it I can think over the week’s events without distraction.

On most days I wouldn’t like my church any more than you would. But on Sunday it is perfect for me.

What does your church look like?

I’ll be going now. I have to be up early tomorrow.

Sleep tight.

-st