That Moment You Finally Realize the Chair is Empty

It was the fall of 2020 and I was standing at the sink in the men’s room of a church 140 miles from my house. If you don’t remember the fall of 2020 let me remind you – there were mostly peaceful riots breaking out all over the nation, so taking a 140-mile trip away from my home wasn’t exactly high on my list of things I wanted to do. I splashed water on my face, looked into the mirror, and laughed about the strangeness of my situation. I had just driven two and a half hours (through the nation’s most notorious speed trap) to attend a Catholic Mass when by all appearances there was one taking place that Sunday at the church LITERALLY within walking distance of my house. As I stood there my mind went back to the time that I was at a church function and a deacon led us in prayer before our meal. In his prayer he decided to reference Exodus 3:5 where God tells Moses to remove his sandals because he’s standing...