I was having coffee with a couple of friends the other day, one who faithfully attends a church she doesn’t like and the other who, having recently left a church, doesn’t attend anywhere.
The faithful attender asked me whether some mutual friends of ours had found a church yet.
While my mental response was, “hell no, they’re not even looking,” my actual response was, “they are enjoying their Sunday morning breakfasts.”
The non-attender friend said, “Yes we are too. Maybe we should start a breakfast club.”
“Next thing you know someone would call it a church.”
“Then there would be disagreements about syrup.”
“And sausage versus bacon.”
“Eventually someone would split off to have their own non-pork breakfast.”
Breakfast. It’s complicated.