I'm gonna give Him a piece of my mind
And I'll tell Him I wanna know why oh why when He's so damn forgiving
My Daddy won't look in my eyes
And Momma knows the lies I'm living
Jeremy and Chelsea introduced me to the music from "Songs of Anarchy" from the television show "Sons of Anarchy" which Sarah and I don't watch.
BUT ... the songs are damn good!
Audra Mae is one who's songs sprinkle the collections.She tells is like it is!
She's already figured out the first thing she's got to say to God when they finally meet face-to-face.
Listening to her sing reminds of the French Catholic Priest Michel Quoist who wrote incredible prayers about ... the first things he had to say to God when they met face-to-face.
"How dare you?" is how one prayer begins ... as he holds a baby born deformed clinging onto death more than life.
The same prayer ends with the words, "Who dares ask? I do. And you dare answer."
Now that's a prayer seldom heard.
But isn't that the point of prayer?
It's not climbing on Santa Claus' knee to ask for whatever we want ... it's engaging in a dialogue with the person we believe in most ... certainly about the good stuff when that happens ... but more importantly about the shitty stuff!
If we can't talk to God about the shitty things then ... why talk to God at all?
It's a bleak, rainy, quiet morning and I'm alone with lots of things in front of me I really don't want to do.
There's lots I don't understand these days.
Mostly it's all the things I want from Santa that haven't arrived yet that so frustrate us ... winning the Lottery, inheriting the money, getting the settlement, healing the sick, restoring the soul, raising the dead ... finding the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
Santa listens and ... occasionally delivers.
God listens and ... drives us crazy with silence.
Father Michel died in 1997, long after I met him through his magnificent "Prayers", and I believe he's still giving God Hell with very legitimate questions.
In the meantime, Audra Mae's got hers teed up.
I've got mine too.
You?
