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When misunderstandings and disagreements ain't nipped in the bud, they can grow a giant. I doubt anyone is actively seeking to belittle your worth or cause. You've received some positive estimation as well as some criticism. I wish you well, wherever and to whoever your ministry next takes...

I understand, unfinished business is justification enough. I tie up loose ends or burn the bridge on exit, which means no going back. Sometimes I need reminding that's not always the done thing.

Respectfully, I'm not going to judge anyone for anything that took place that long ago. All I'm saying is, if reconciliation isn't possible, make your peace and hold to it. Not all paths that cross are destined to be entwined, but that doesn't mean we won't be seeing the people we've split...

Your rationale for returning in this instance might well be true, I don't know your person well enough to say either way. But there has to be an overarching purpose that impels you to keep coming back. And I believe it to be reconciliation. I directed my comments at you, because you're about...

Your choosing to withhold the overarching reason for your coming and going. Perhaps I'm mistaken, but what is a man's ministry if the catalyst isn't always reconciliation? Comes across as a reaction to not receiving the pacification you might have hoped for. And I say that as your brother.

Swallow your pride, keepingthingsreal. You've returned because no man can abscond from the call of the ministry. If you want to facilitate reconciliation, find someone impartial who can mediate.

You'll come to see your struggles in a different light when the Aha! moments start totting up. They're like a wellspring for our faith. :)

No dating shows, questionnaires, or profile trawling for me. I'm sticking with serendipity.

The shyness from my old way of life was not without purpose. It kept me from wantonly transgressing with the opposite sex. The friends I mentioned in the blind date thread, they literally watched the old pass away for the new in my life. They didn't recognise my person any more, and we ceased...

When someone with a profile picture from The Princess Bride has the flair for making coffee a million ways, a measure of Iocaine powder will be in the mix somewhere:

The more I trust God, the closer I am to God, which means more love and less fear, by extension. It's known that love casts out fear, and the fear of what other people think used to be the biggest constraint on my personal growth. The nearer I am to God, the less concerned I am with how others...

You'll know how those things roll. As soon as your explanation is on the grapevine, everyone knows about it. I spelled out my reasoning for leaving my blind date high and dry, which my friends then passed on to her. I can't say whether our brief interaction left an indelible mark on her or...

It didn't bother me at the time, I just knew I wasn't going to appreciate someone who was that inattentive. With that being said, I wouldn't do the same thing again. I had no common denominator with that girl, because neither of us knew Jesus, which changes everything.

Once, and if anyone's had an abrupter end to a blind date than mine, please do share. :coffee: I was visiting some long distance friends, and they arranged a date for me with a girl from their social circle who I wasn't acquainted with. The date was at a cafe/coffee shop in a library. We met...

Ah, I didn't account for that! A bass riff from your Dubstep could punch a hole through porcelain. A toilet would be no match for those low Hz frequencies. (y)

I'm no Etymologist, but a casual interest in uncovering nuggets of truth, by tracing the root of words, was a precursor to me discovering the truth of God's Word. Let me be counted with the nerds.

Some bathrooms are left in such foul condition, they want flamethrowing from existence. Finding a vandalised toilet can provide a comedic interlude. The "number one" and "number two" expression for going to the bathroom is widely known, so it's only fair to speculate that someone went for a...

If the indoor air on the approach to my bathroom doesn't space me out, I know it needs a clean. I gotta be inhaling residual fumes from previously applied cleaning products to feel home free in that room of the house. The trauma of my trade is to blame, because the bathroom is the no man's...

You should've kept playing dumb, she'd never have known that you know. We're both in trouble now, but I reckon you're verbose enough to outwrite her!

I can only draw one inference from this topic. Seoul, is an undercover ambivert, and she's been evaluating unsuspecting introverts and extroverts for longer than I've been following the way. :cool: