How is that like being a catholic?
Because sometimes in my faith journey something is just a little bit off and it brings me to a halt. That's why I've been going to confession frequently recently: I have lots of screws loose, bolts that are corroded, spokes that aren't tight enough. I need regular maintenance in other words.
I got to confession, thanks to my wife rescuing me from the side of the road, but I still don't have my bike fixed: :(
Seeing the bike in the back of the van kinda reminds me of the confessional!
