Having just lit the grill, I throw more Palm fronds on the fire. It's dark and I have Barry White streaming on the computer so sex is dripping from the stars and people are in ecstasy somewhere. The Lord's name is not being taken in vain but in other, more glorious ways.
It makes me wonder if Barry started as a Gospel singer. Can you imagine what he'd do to a Hymn in Church?
I can just see the laying on of hands ... the speaking in tongues ... the utterances of God's name in new and creative ways ... the slaying of the spirit ... THE BAPTISM IN THE HOLY WATER!
Hallelujah!! Glory!!
My friend Gloria Coleman once told me that more babies were made to Barry White music than any other musician and I believe it. The man sings sex. Prince just pretends in the same world as Barry. He's not.
It's hard not to like Barry White but I can see why he was never invited to sing in church.
So I'm doing this little dance to "Can't get enough of your love baby", standing by the fire on a cold, damp night. I'm dancing between the fire and the grill to turn the steaks.
The storm we just experienced is not without its benefits. Palm fronds are littered around the yard. I pick them up and throw them on the fire. Even when they're wet they burn great. So while it's cold everywhere else on the island, the beloved back is HOT because of Barry White and fire!
And it's almost the weekend.
I'm ready for the weekend! Sarah and I have date tonight. Tomorrow is a 1950's theme party at Ohio Bob's house. The beloved DAWGS of Georgia play. It's Johnny O's birthday and his anniversary with Judy O! (The man is smart. He may forget one but he never forgets the other.) God told Samuel Adams to tell Sarah and me that we're back in the Bar Church band. It's a lot!
Barry White has now moved on to "It's Ecstasy when you lay down next to me" and I wonder where Sarah is.
Can I get an AMEN?
