I’m flawed. I must be. Years ago, I sat in my church seat and found my posture turning stiff and defensive. Was I gritting my teeth? The “should” message was being shared by the pastor, a good man who really does speak truth and wisdom. My bone-rattling spasms in the dark sanctuary had to do with the following: I should be positive I shouldn’t watch the news I shouldn’t watch those shows spewing sexual innuendos and crude jokes (Oh crap, there goes Seinfeld …) The “I should”