A Weary World Rejoices

I’m currently sitting at the Local Pastors’ Coffee Shop. You know the one: where all the young, on point church staff come to disciple people and “unpack stuff” and stuff. You know them because they’re all wearing tiny ripped pants, immaculate lifestyle tennies, and the type of glasses that were previously only worn by people featured on the crime watch portion of the news. Speaking of, I’m so sad that I’ve reached the age where I verbally opine on “the crazy fashion trends these days”. I went to a worship concert a few months ago and all I could talk about afterwards was why the main guy looked like Weird Al circa 1985 and the main girl was…