I was hearing every other word, but it was clear that Karen and the woman now yelling at her had some history. The woman felt owed something from the previous night, screaming things into Karen's face about being paid back or else. Jessica cowered behind her mother’s leg. I tried not to stare until I heard the last bit clearly.
...But what goes wrong in church is what goes wrong in all human endeavors. Whatever people involve themselves in and multiply ends up magnifying both our best and our worst. Write Rumi's poetry and xenophobic hate speech on the same deflated balloon, and then inflate it. The expanding magnifies it all.
“I hate to say it, but I’m just burnt out on church. My husband and I have tried four or five over the last year, and they’re all….” she searched for words that would be both true and sensitive to my full time gig as a pastor.