Father, help me please! I find myself hating church. Not church as it should be, but I hate the human element. I hate the politics. I hate the busy bodies. I hate the culture. I hate the promises that are preached with great zeal, yet never seem to come to pass.

I find so much more peace and closeness to you when I sit in my lawn chair under the shade tree and talk with you and hear your word in scripture. Perhaps I have expected too much from church and people? Perhaps the many decades have taken their toll and all I want is you, and no more bull. No more gossip. No more churchianity. No more politics. No more service projects my mind and body can’t live up to. Father, help me. Above all things, help to seek you, and have your love, mercy, and compassion for all people. Thank you Jesus! AMEN!