In Progress Self

So I had an interesting weekend last week. I was at church and after the service there was a sort of healing exhibition. Now again, I am a "logical" Christian, historically speaking. My knee jerk reaction was that this is the kind of thing you see on TV with the Church/Cult con man feel to it, but as I said with my last post I am keeping an open mind. The pastor started calling out a few physical symptoms. Pain under the right rib? Someone stood up. Pain in the left knee? Another person stood. Again the cynic in me was screaming PLANTS! He then said "pain in the left hip flexor." Whoah! Did he just say hip flexor? Oh never mind it was the right hip flexor that's been plaguing me. I'm talking shooting sharp pain every time I squatted anything over 500lbs. It's pretty much the reason my squat lags so far behind my deadlift. Shoot sometimes while walking it will flare up and I'll have to stop for a minute to let it stop searing before I contiune. But ...

So This is new for me. Not writing on a blog, but writing on a blog and not having it be about lifting weights. Anyway...here goes. After being essentially on a multi-year God hiatus resulting in general disgust with myself, an out of state move from my family, and crescendoing in a divorce, I have started going to church again. This isn't my first swaray into religiosity though. I was raised in the church and through college I would say I was very close to God. I was even a youth pastor for a while shortly after graduation. As I aged though, my relationship with God and the church slowly faded as it often does when the real world starts to drag you down into the abyss. I recently moved to Illinois and felt the urge to give church another go. I picked my church because it reminded me of the church my Ex wife and I went to when we first got married. It had the same feel. It was big, the music was excellent, and the atmosphere just seemed right. Little did I realize how different ...