dangerous judgements

It was a warmer but temperate Wednesday. I tried to learn about the scheduled AARP class and was pleased that it was cancelled for lack of interest. I was not surprised it was cancelled because 7 does not meet the minimum. I was also happy. When Evelyn came home, she showered and then we ate a banana on the way to the Bible study. We ate lunch just a bit late and then we went to the flea market to get some things. It is only open on Wednesdays, Saturdays and Sundays. We ran some errands on the way home and finally return the loctite glue that was so old it was hardened. I told the manager that he should pull that product because it is too old. (It was the second one I had returned.) We came home and relaxed before eating a snack and going off to church and choir practice. We are both distressed with the pastor. He never seems to have never read the scripture in preparation. He always blunders through the liturgy and often the sermons. I hate to make judgments because I don’t know whether I do the same or not. I pray that I don’t. I also just don’t get along with him. I use the lectionary sheets for my services and almost have to beg him to let me use the ones from the church. If it weren’t for our friends, I would not ever return, but we sing in the choir to the glory of God. We took John Hamel home and returned to watch part of the Purdue basketball game I had taped.