Come to my church
When I was skating at my winter rink during the morning sessions there were several other skaters either practicing or taking lessons. One lady who’s daughter was there skating, of which I tried to have small talk with, was on the shy side of responding. I didn’t push it or anything like that, and I can’t even recall what I was commenting on.
Then one day her mom suggested that I attend their church, for what, I do not exactly recall.
Anyways, I attended and sat behind them with the preacher talking about how he was happy about the congregation accepting him as their preacher even though he didn’t always wear the traditional attire. He talked about some other things and about casting stones when in a glass house.
At the end of all this, she turned around and gave me a hug and apologized for her thoughts and actions.
I thought wow, OK, we are doing good now and talking won’t be so awkward.
Unfortunately back at the rink, things didn’t change, I still couldn’t chit chat with them or have any kind of meaningful conversations. I wrote several letters, but it didn’t seem to matter for any kind of progress.
I’m an open person, and I’m certainly willing to listen to others and what they have to say, but I am also my own person.
It makes me wonder too if she spoke with the preacher before the services to see if they could say something related to my clothing choices. If she did, then I would say it did not work in her favor and the preacher was on point in their words.