Rubbing my thumb over the fingertips on my left hand, I completely understand what he was talking about.
The house is dark and quiet.
Goddess and I are the only ones up and I'm getting myself ready for Bar Church.
Never in a million years did I think I'd be "preaching" again ... or playing guitar on a stage ... in a band.
Yet here I am!
No one plans such things.
But things don't just happen.
I haven't had much to do with "organized" religion in decades ... preferring as my friend Bob Fulton sings, "Disorganized" Religion.
Bar Church is pretty disorganized.
Yet things happen.
Ministers are notorious "control freaks" but there's no controlling what happens in Bar Church so I've given up trying.
Things just happen.
And somehow ... I don't know how ... Holiness hits.
People bring food and lay it on a Pool Table ... in dreary world full of bad news there are smiles ... congregants sing, dance or sit ... eat ... wander in and out ... smoke ... make cups of coffee for one another ... fill out prayer requests and drop them in a bucket ... shake their heads because something's always NOT working ... cry ... clap ... and lift their hands towards Heaven
It's crazy!
People who wouldn't be caught dead together are together!
And it's special in a way that words can't describe.
"Let go and Let God," is an old saying.
To which I say, "Yep" ... because there's no planning for God.
In spite of what all those Bulletins say today.
