The jury is still out on that one. However, this little funkified whatever we’re going to weekly is a breath of fresh ontological air. It at least gives me an hour a week to put my dick in my back pocket and mull over the options.
There’s something going on with this new wave of less structured worship whether it’s the small house congregations or this doo dah thing we’re doing every Thursday. It’s casual and refreshingly free of finger wagging social values bullshit that seems to have circumcised Christianity down to a proverbial nubbin. In fact as I tried to develop my best Paul Tillich furrowed brow of lofty pretension with a fellow attendee when I broached the subject of doctrine, she dropped me like Smokin’ Joe Frazier hookin’ in for the kill. She simply said, “It’s about love.” As I told my wife as we left that evening, ‘ I’m not going to overthink this thing, I’m just going to flow with it.’
I’ll probably have to drag out a greatest hit of my sex life to jazz this poor blog back to its saucy ways. I toiled in the yard today and played in my first ever American Tennis Assoc. sanctioned event! And got my ass semi-kicked so maybe sliding back into the dark obsessions of my pulsating weenie might be preferable.
Love and peace to us all, my brothers and sisters.
