It's in the corn

Total attendance down to 28 people today. That's a hard number for me to swallow. It's been five years of blood, sweat, tears and a lot of gas. It's hard for me to be too serious. I'm not sure what God has in mind concerning all this, but I will trust Him with everything. Even if it kills me or worse yet, lands me in the funny farm where I might snort corn through a straw, not out of a desire or need to consume it, but rather a deep need to find purpose and meaning through the experience itself.