Going To Church

I went to church this morning, like usual. Dad didn't say much to me, I guess he's still upset that I moved out. My older brother was a little terse when he talked to me though. Mom was nice to me, but she's always nice to everybody. She asked me how I was doing, and how my apartment was, and if I had everything I needed. I told her I did. Dad's sermon today had to do with the Prodigal Son. I can't help feeling like it was aimed at me. Funny, I don't feel like I'm a prodigal son. I have questions, lots of them, and dad hasn't answered them for me. Maybe I'll ask some of these questions in a future posting. I'm thinking about checking out some other churches one of these days. I didn't go to church tonight, that felt weird. I've been in church for every service as long as I can remember. Except for when I was sick. I think I might get cable or satellite next month.