Another failed attempt at relevancy:

Church signs. Local neighborhood. Again.

“God answers knee mail.”
“If God is your co-pilot…SWITCH SEATS!”
“Meet me at My house before the game—God”

Ugh.

Today, I’m feeling like the song from the grunge/metal band Stavesacre entitled “Shiv”: it starts with the words, “I’m crawling out of my skin…I hope I get under yours…the last shot nearly killed me…eternity lifted me again…nothing left to hinder me…oh, how i want to be
an offense…an unsettling presence in this life…why'd you try to take me out
why try to keep me down?”

Why does milquetoast followership of get under my skin so much? Where's grace?