As I’ve previously written, the senior pastor of my former church was a bully.  He intimidated many people to get his way.  At my friend’s wedding, he of course drew attention to himself by declaring himself the MVP of the proceedings – “Most Valuable Pastor” – and said that no one could eat until he said grace.

I just cocked my fingers into an imaginary gun, pointed at him, and pulled the trigger.

He saw it.   

You should have seen the look on his face.

I was relatively young back then and I probably wouldn’t do the same thing today. People mature and grow. But I still would have done something. Like many of my colleagues, I detest bullies.

I tried to search for a photo of a hand gesture that conveyed the sentiment of “Come on man. You’ve got to be kidding.” But I’m not even sure what that looks like.

Nevertheless, not too many regrets here either. Blame my maternal side for that I suppose.

And once in a while, it’s nice to balance out the universe even if it feels insignificant.