I complained to his supervisor and filed a sexual harassment suit. I was discharged in January, and the doctor asked if I would like to see a movie to celebrate. I told the police he was a stalker and applied for a restraining order. They searched his apartment to make sure there were no shrines built to me and no bodies hidden under the floorboards. I married the guy anyway because, after all, doctors earn six-figure incomes.
Nothing is nailed down anymore.
Nothing to depend on. It would be awfully easy to just give up. It is the same in the church. People work HARD to offer opportunities for meaningful worship and work, for study and service, to provide an atmosphere in which spiritual growth can take place as relationships between earth and heaven are made more vital and vibrant. But instead of being greeted with gratitude for their efforts, Sunday School teachers encounter empty classrooms because parents did not happen to choose to bring their children today.