The last fight
They sit across from each other. It’s a table for two. Out of the way and “kind of private”. Actually, their coordinates are divinely located. The establishment is sort loud and no one notices them fighting.It was supposed to be date night. It quickly became fight night. Why? Well. a Facebook post was the reason. Not his. Not hers. She actually abandoned Facebook at the beginning of the year. It was her New Year’s Resolution. Find contentment. Delete Facebook. The post: a well-meaning, oblivious, simple sweetheart who just wanted to share something that she felt captured some truth. That truth that ultimately hurt someone else. That truth opened wounds that had been left to fester unattended for over two years. The truth she shared; Pastors are special & pastor’s wives are some kind of un-acclaimed saints. The knife stabs his heart first. She never saw it. He drew it to her attention. He’s sensitive to this kind of stuff. After all, who wouldn’t love a pastor? And