while I was studying this weeks Sunday School lesson published by the Broadman Press ...
with Sarah and the girls sitting side-by-side like perfect chaste Baptists ...
wearing white dresses with perfectly brushed hair ...
not saying a word ...
while the man of the house interpreted the Bible ...
because they love the Lord ...
that I haven't heard from my Guardian Angel since she started splitting time between me and Jimmy Cochran.
Suddenly the Holy Spirit conjures up a recollection that Jimmy has quit the church he's attended for 47 years.Then the Holy Ghost whispers in my ear that Jimmy's said he's no longer going to play piano or organ for churches either.
"No Shit!" I say out loud.
Maddie, the 12 year old, thinks I've challenged them to a Sword Drill and madly starts flipping through her Schofield Reference Bible with all the words of Jesus in red.
"WAY," the Spirit of Truth replies.
Dismissing the girls to their prayer closets so I can pour a glass of wine, I immediately feel bad for my Guardian Angel.
No wonder I haven't seen the dirty, broken winged, chain smoking, beer drinking followed by chasers of bourbon, pasty skin, skinny to the point her robe won't stay on her shoulders so she's flashing her right breast Angel assigned to me.
Jimmy's become a full time assignment!
Strolling outside to the Beloved Back Deck where my Guardian Angel and I used to drink and talk together, I realize how much I miss her.
She used to surprise me all of the time ... making epiphanies at "Spanky's," "Fannies-on-the-Beach" and one time she was drunk out of her mind and woke me up as I snuggled with Sarah because she wanted me to intercede with God on her behalf.
I listen as Sarah and girls prayerfully read the Bible out loud together ... "Kiss me again and again, for your love is sweeter than wine. How fragrant your cologne and how pleasing your name. No wonder all the women love you. Take me with you! Come let's run to your bedroom!" (Song of Solomon 1:2-4).
I raise a toast to the Tybee stars.
"Well, great and wondrous things are happening in the life of Jimmy Cochran ... Bless his little heart! ... Bar Church needs him more anyway ... It hasn't had a real pianist since D-Luv did her one finger magic."
I hear them say, "Amen" inside and like good Christian children the girls disappeared leaving the house spotless.
"Come my King!" Sarah says still reading the Bible, "Take me to your chambers now! (Solomon 1:4)."
I hope Jimmy's treating her right because I'm very fond of my Guardian Angel.
Who knows?
They're obviously keeping each other in Lord's handcuffs.
"I will climb the Palm Tree," Sarah breathlessly reads, "I will take hold of it's fruit!" (Solomon 7:8).
I dash inside leaving Jimmy to my Guardian Angel.
"To hell with them!"
