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Just Another Sucker

Yesterday, my old friend John M-B came up to visit me. We spent the day at the beach, talking about life. John's a UCC minister turned therapist; in addition to being a newbie Quaker, I'm a therapist turned teacher. We always have tons to talk about. So it wasn't until the trip back that I got to talking about recent spiritual developments in my own life, including joining Ministry and Worship, and my feeling of just how much I have to learn before I'll be able to talk about all this and make sense.

John laughed at me (one of the things I love about him most). Then he said, "You know what your problem is? You've always been a sucker for God."

I love that. I really love it when somebody finds a way to say something that's really true--and says it in a way that cuts truth down to size.

Yep. I'm just another sucker. I'm not sure what "God" means, but I do think that I am indeed a sucker for it... And John has known me long enough to laugh with me about it.

And, lest I forget, the last meeting of M&W was much less frightening. I was a lot more comfortable asking dumb questions--and it doesn't matter if they aren't dumb questions, because you never know that until after you ask them anyway--and M has agreed to be an offical answerer of dumb questions for me. Which helps a lot. Plus, we laughed a lot. (I don't know if I can trust spirituality without laughter; hence my delight with John's turn of phrase...)

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