I don't know what to think....

.....or do I think too much? While I am writing I am also listening, so perhaps no real thinking is going on at all. The WELS convention is playing in the background and I keep flipping forth and back from the live stream to this, which makes me quite woozy. Better not do that or I will need to take to my bed rather than start my day on steady legs. I feel for the men juggling with the business portion of our work as a unified church body. How difficult these decisions are, with possible long-reaching ramifications...

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Last night, during Happy Hour at The Club, the conversation ironically turned to religion. Before it got too nuts, one woman wisely suggested we not discuss matters of faith, or the lack thereof, while having adult beverages. I readily agreed with her since it all started because of me! Innocently enough, Miss Chardonnay mentioned how she heard on TV that the official age for "middle" was now 60 years old. Yikes! She went on to report that a woman's life expectancy would be upwards of 85, which caused me to shrink into my seat. My friend next to me asked why I reacted that way instead of being enthusiastic, and I told her, "Because I want to go home." My friend to the left said, "She wants to go see her son...." and I jumped in with, "Yes, and to see the other Son!" She looked puzzled and her husband answered her face with, "J.C.", to which his wife retorted, "Oh, I haven't made up my mind on all that yet." The first lady was correct, not a discussion to have while drinking wine---or Diet Coke. A fertile mission field in my own backyard, but these people have already known the Lord and now seem to be rethinking. Thinking too much, or not enough??