God has been stripping it away, but it seems to grow like bark on a tree. Today, when I hung up the phone, I was ashamed. I had other tasks to do, but my heart would not let me rest. My Church needs the message. So many of then still don't understand.
Truth is still truth when couched in Catholic language and symbols.
You see, God has just stripped another layer of denominational armour away. I'm feeling wounded and raw at the moment. But I'm also feeling His embrace, seeing His smile. I delight in the worship times in our services, but two minutes is a long silence in that context. Protestants and Catholics have a habit of emphasizing differences.