Kumba-didly-ya

I ran in to some of this in the mid to late 80s. This and the lure of hedonistic escapism turned me away from the faith for a good fifteen years or so. Credit the wife for bringing me back as well as the tidal pull from the Holy Spirit. Still, though, characters like this guy have permanently scarred me with an uneasy feeling of foolishness whenever I try to take public steps to deepen my relationship with God in my church. Just another cross to bear, I suppose.