Mike Bev­el with a funny/sad account of a kind of pathet­ic series of incidents.

The help we want to give — the showy, busy, self­less work — is rarely the help that is need­ed. And the help that is need­ed is often bor­ing, with no glam­our to it. So, what is to be done? I don’t know. I want to con­tin­ue my spir­i­tu­al jour­ney towards/with God; how­ev­er, I am wor­ried that maybe the Quak­ers aren’t the home for me that I want.

The post’s title is a response Mike gave in which he chan­neled his moth­er’s voice. It’s so spot-on that I can almost hear her say it (I have nev­er met Mike or any of his fam­i­ly but have friends who could deliv­er that kind of a line with such under-the-radar nuance that more clue­less lis­ten­ers might miss the acres of shade in the tone.

https://small-wire.com/2018/08/15/i‑guess-ill-read-my-bible-elsewhere/