Worship at The Upper Room was good, though. I needed that. The message was particularly apt for me, the communion was lovely, and I enjoyed the company in my pew. Initially, I was thinking of just punting (not going). After all, I was out of town, tired, no responsibilities. A day off from church might have seemed in order. I went mostly from peer pressure and boredom (everybody else is going, and there's nothing else to do). And God met me there. Even in a perfect world, said CS Lewis, there would be a little of the natural resistance to God to be overcome -- though there, overcoming it would be a delight, not a debate.
Well, much to do, much to do.