Uncle Ray’s Full Parking Lot: When Love Arrives Only After Death

A man near the aisle crossed his arms, jaw tight, like defensiveness was a blanket.

Because there are two kinds of people in rooms like this:

The ones who feel guilt.

And the ones who feel attacked.

And both of them talk loud in the comments.

The pastor’s voice softened.

I am not writing this to say you are evil.

I’m writing this because you are normal.

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