this morning #701.

this morning, the agenda at this christian youth conference turned out to contain way more cocaine than he’d initially expected. as he sat in the pew listening to pastor after pastor, his heart was pumping faster than he ever could’ve imagined. though he wouldn’t remember much of what was said later that evening as he laid in bed, in the moment his thoughts were laser-focused on what this particular pastor had to say. he was going a mile a minute, highly animated about everything from obedience to abstinence. the pastor’s advice about vice was a little hypocritical but he’d been the one who’d done some bumps with him before the sermon, so he was in no position to cast the first stone.