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Once Upon a Wayward Dreary
Bruce Wohl
In previous years, my life had its trials and tribulations. Turbulence had become the norm, and I wallowed in self-pity. Senselessness seemed to be running rampant: a couple of failed relationships, a child in danger, an uncaring court system that delivered irrational decisions. Hence I was hurting and full of anger. Having been betrayed in a relationship in which my ex-wife and I were both deeply involved in the church, I also diverted some anger toward the church, and my worship declined.
Some time passed and I had moved. On an occasional Sunday morning, I would pass a quaint little church where I would see a young priest, about my age, embracing the congregation as they departed. Not knowing that I would soon gain custody of my son, I thought perhaps I should seek a place to take him on the weekends that he was with me.
One Sunday morning I decided to take the plunge and get my feet wet. I attended that church. There was a mixture of people who worshiped with a combination of tradition and praise. As I heard the song Open My Eyes Lord another familiar tune echoed in my mind: Day by day...Oh dear Lord...Three things I pray...to see Thee more clearly...love Thee more dearly...to follow Thee more nearly...Day by day. As a result, I had the desire to worship once again and began attending church.
While at that church, I met a humble woman who was interpreting for the deaf -- someone who gave totally and freely of herself. It was she who showed me what it means to have a servant's heart for the Lord.
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