I realized this morning during Sunday School that I had a very small split in my trousers. I thought I was good to go.
After our second service (where I stood at the front with my back to the crowd the whole time) I realized my pants were split pretty much all the way. I’m not sure how much of myself I exposed to my congregation this morning, but I don’t think even Lydia or Rick are looking for that type of transparency in leadership.
I really wish I’d worn the Spiderman suit.
