That was me. Drifting like a fallen angel back to the hard ground I fluttered over, like a ghost, for two years. The real me, almost invisible to everyone.

I think we all have these moments.  Some of us do something about it, the rest of us do nothing.

We hear and use the word “clique”; and we think we know what it means but really, we don’t. If we all really knew what a clique was, as Christians, we probably wouldn’t want to be part of them.