The point of the Church
One of my favorite retorts to denigration is the question: "What even is the point of you?" It both subverts the intended insult previous to it, and also implies the ask-er serves no essential purpose themselves. To me, I've always found pointlessness a shameful prospect. Having a purpose has always been a critical part of how I see myself and my future. This has become an issue as concerns my self-image as a disabled person. But that's a reflection I'm not sure I'm ready to delve into just yet; I'm still working it out. I'm not sure I fully understand the point of all those stylized lettered signs, chalkboards, and canvases found running rampant with pithy phrases at craft stores, home decor places, and pinterest, either. Most of them say such generic or useless stuff, and some are just downright, frustratingly wrong. For example, one of my least favorite quotes of all time: "God never gives you more than you can handle." I think, at...