I don’t know what “pickleball” is (it’s got bean-bags, right?), but a revitalization, a rebirth, and a restoration of true faith, especially as the real world is starting its descent to ultimate ruin? That — and a hearty meal of chicken — is something I can handle.
As many long-time readers of The Lost Ogle know, I was in a semi-dangerous cult based here in Oklahoma City for about five years. While the whole story will be told someday, once I separated from the homegrown sect, I was left a person with little to no faith...I was devastated.
Despite it all, I recently took one last shot of spiritual booze and, fingers crossed, I think my wife and I have found a new church. So, I took down the wall I have kept up since my cult catastrophe and multiple strokes and went to a church outing at a lively place you've no doubt heard of.