I’m having a hard time seeing the beauty and color at the moment.

Okay, that’s not true. Yesterday I spent all day taking pictures, and everything was beautiful—from the bride’s ivory dress to the dim lights hanging off the brick walls. I saw a lot of beauty and color and was thrilled to be a part of it.

More specifically, I’m having a hard time seeing the beauty and color at church. I see the same boring light-brick chapels, the same purple-blue carpets, the same uncomfortable benches.

Sometimes none of it looks beautiful to me and I wonder, If this is the only true church in the world, why does it seem so bland?

I admit again, I haven’t gone to all three sessions in a while now. I begin to feel this way when I don’t go to church.

But as for right now—Monday, 12:49 a.m.—Church feels like blah. I wish it didn’t.

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