Those Pesky Existential Questions . . .

You’ve tried scrubbing. Soaking.

And still you’re doubt-haunted.

Wondering continually who you, like, are spiritually, you know?

Wondering whether you really need to make that casserole for the Fellowship Supper on Wednesday.

Do I include the water chestnuts called for in the recipe, or do I leave them out?

What if my inner Methodist isn’t Methodist after all?

Could I skip the talk on Francis Asbury and the history of the circuit rider, and go out for Thai instead?

Wonder no longer.

Ask the Belief-O-Matic.

Stop addressing life’s big questions to yourself.