Monday, March 14, 2011

Save Me A Place At Heartspace

My real friend with his name on a hospital building (you see, Edward, "friends" actually ACT like friends) e-mailed me this morning to tell me that the Courier Tribune has a (very sugary from what I can see of it) story up this morning on Dr. Beth Hodges - a local Family Practitioner who, he commented, "Looks like she came here from somewhere else".

I guess Diane & company ran out of "hometown healthcare heroes".

This is as, in the wake of the-big-show-featuring-Caesar's-drones at First Baptist a few weeks ago, and a very recent Lillian O'Briant sighting (it's an absolutely priceless story, that in deference to the wishes of my sainted Mother, I'm not going to blog), this Asheboro homegirl is re-thinking what she supports with her very hard-earned money.

Alas, it appears Asheboro's finest, including its police chief and newspaper publisher, didn't get much out of Dr. Rogers' sermon.

And I'm thinking that when God's people-in-Asheboro have ugly to cover-up - all the prayer in the world apparently cannot make some things right.

I'm also thinking they need to save "hurt/invisible/forgotten" me a place at Heartspace.

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