A few thoughts

The rain stopped by the time I broke camp, so was very thankful. As I walked past the church on my way out, I saw a cop car parked there, and as I left the area, so did Mr policeman. I would swear that pastor Pete's middle name is Richard, because he is most certainly a Dick. That got me thinking about religions and gatherings of people if god, and my own blossoming belief. My two main conclusions are that, my belief, my faith, and my relationship with god; are mine. I don't like organized religion in any sense of the word. Shared goals are great, but shared morality is a snake pit. I walk my own path in the ocean of god. Second, that I need to lose my judge mental side. Sure, Dick was all worried about his property and his flock, and he had every right to deny me sanctuary. I had just always assumed that a church would be a safe haven should I ever need one. But people as a whole look out for their best interests, and his house his rules. Its no different from walking up to a residence and asking to pitch my tent. It should be, but its not. I wasn't mad, just disappointed. A few miles later, a truck pulled up and a guy named Huggie Bear offered me a ride to Pensacola. He said he saw me yesterday at fort Walton, and figured I could use the lift. I told him I walking and why and he wished me safe travels. Since I've been on my walk across America, there have been some crappy people, but there have been many more good ones, and for that I am thankful.