Sam is road-testing his sermon on us today about the difference between forgiveness and self-protection. Using himself as an example, no less. Beginning with a parable of a samaritan who puts his own safety at risk to save another's life and ending with dealing with lies in a relationship and when to cut the cord in order to save oneself is going to be an interesting sell to the congregation tomorrow but will also put to rest the rumours which will no doubt fly when Matt's fresh reappearance turns into a glaring absence, noted by the people who seem to find sport in noticing such things, under the guise of concern.
(It's not concern. We see right through you.)
I think he should take the day but he incorporated that into the sermon as well, in that no amount of outside influence will weaken his relationship with or need to be close to God.
He is a living lesson sometimes, with a strength I don't understand sometimes as he can seem small and vulnerable but then he's weathered storms that would break a lesser man at the same time. Sam's demons are fought to fucking ash and then he steps over the remains into the light. Sam's a hero. No question.
The question is not if I can manage, but if you will bear witness, he asks. He is sleepy and gorgeous and I just got that sermon face to face, morning-breathed and half-awake, cuddled under all the quilts in my bed, Lochlan still sleeping against my other side, slumbering right through the entire homily (possible as usual?).
But I've already heard it now! Doesn't that mean I can sleep in?
But I've already heard it now! Doesn't that mean I can sleep in?