For lots of unrelated reasons,
I've been thinking about organized Christian religions lately.
The most difficult issue I have,
is the juxtaposition of the opulence of the church versus the poverty of many of their congregations.
Then I started thinking about the movie
"The Shoes of the Fisherman"
and I began a quest to try and find it.
I don't remember much about the movie, but I do remember how it ended, and I was eager to watch it again. Nowhere to be found on Netflix, my cable on-demand station, or even the local library.
I'd pretty much give up on the search when this past Saturday, Rudy and I were attending our local Strawberry Festival.
After buying my lovely pots of locally-made jam,
I was rummaging through the used book stall (just cannot pass by a tableful of books) and I found the novel
"The Shoes of The Fisherman", by Australian writer Morris L. West.
Until that moment, I didn't even know the book existed.
I'm eager to read it because I believe the Universe has a message in it for me.
I'll let you know when I've finished reading it, and I've figured out just what that message is.