In this moment
I sit here in a local coffee shop with my headphones plugged into my computer to help drown out the noise that surrounds me. A more mature couple is sitting a table over from me enjoying lunch and the presence of one another. Another young lady sits by herself playing on her IPad and waiting on her meal. The table beside me is filled with a men, a young adult, a priest and two older gentlemen. The conversation is hard not to hear; not to be a part of to some degree. I want my music to quiet them, I want my words to flow upon the page that I am trying to capture as I write my sermon but something is happening that is pulling me into their conversation. A wandering is rising within me. A questioning is forming and my head can barely concentrate on the words that are meant to be for my congregation on Sunday morning. What is this wandering; why can I not stay focused on what is before me and the reality that I have a task before me? I cannot stay focused because these men bes