“The one thing I am still really irritated at …”

Jasini and I were returning Saturday night from Worlds of Fun. As we turned the corner by the Avondale United Methodist Church, I noticed someone leaving the building and heading to her lone car in the parking lot.

“There, dear” I said “is the new pastor of the church (Reverend Rebecca Dunger Peak) heading to her red car there. Now we know what car tells us if the pastor is there.”

Jasini followed my comment by a tangent sort of non-sequitur comment. “That is the one thing I am still really irritated about. You were there in the hospital, in ICU, I let all sort of people from the church know that you were there, and yet only one person from the church ever came to see you, Judy Everly.”

“And no one came to see you.” I said. “Judy came before I went into ICU, and only to turn me over to someone else at the hospital for pastoral care.”

“And he never visited you again either,” Jasini said. “Nobody called me to see how I was doing, nobody visited me, nobody came by offering prepared food or meals.”

“And yet, if anyone from the church saw you walking the dog in the neighborhood, they had to hurry over to you to clandestinely let you know that they were ‘praying for you'”.

Now, to be perfectly fair to everyone, I had been banished from the church on Friday, and had my accident the next Monday. So to follow their inhumane policy of not visiting or doing anything for me, because their insane pastor had fabricated false evidence against me and banished me without my even knowing I was being banished, that could have some justification. But to shut Jasini out the way they did, and then breaking their arms to pat themselves on the back for praying for her, not merely irritates her, but breaks my capacity for incredulity by its very gall. She was not banished.

And to date, Rev Peak’s responses have all the right sounds, but all the wrong notes to make me feel that she is going to stir any waters for true justice and mercy. I keep praying I am wrong.

(This blog appears a year-to-the-day after the accident mentioned above.)

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