The priest was giving a sermon condemning the atrocities by Russia in Ukraine. I wanted to shout that he's a liar — but there's a time and a place for everything. Knowing that the worshippers were being misled and deceived was no surprise intellectually, but I so rarely go inside any ecclesiastical building (childhood allergy hasn't receded) that it really hit me to experience it.
Live. Not. By. Lies.
I understand my dad is a pastor who just preaches from the heart, atypical compared to most others, I try to speak with him but not much luck with Ukraine just yet, I don't go to churches anymore, but where there are two or more gathered, church begins within you.
