Last night I had a very spiritual experience. Yes folks, as they say in The Color Purple, “sinners have soul too”. We were fortunate enough to enjoy some gospel music in the chapel at Palmetto Bluffs. What an amazing experience to sit on a church pew with a glass of wine and listen to some amazing singers who call themselves The Voices of Shaddai. I was truly moved to tears by their voices. Sitting on that chapel pew last night I realized how much I missed church. Don’t get me wrong, I despise most religion and what the religious extremists are doing to tear our world apart, but I miss the church I knew as a child. I miss the wonderful music, sense of community, and caring people. I do not miss the preaching and judgement and installation of fear and hate. It struck me last night that these beautiful people were sharing a special moment with me that I would treasure sharing again, however, I would probably not be welcome in their church because I am gay. I saddens me to know that I can no longer enjoy the experience of the church I so enjoyed in my youth. At least I had my moment last night. Those women raised the roof off that chapel….Hallelujah! Praise Jesus! (hands in the air, feet stomping, joy)
Today we return home from a nice little get-away. I can’t wait to see my little angel and get my hugs and kisses. I understand she was attacked by a swarm of mosquitoes yesterday at school, so I have lots of boo boos to kiss. We will have to stop at the store on the way home and pick up some new Hello Kitty Band-Aids to cover those boo boos and prevent her from scratching. Mosquitoes, the one major downfall of living in the South.
I have lots of work to catch up on, as does Jeff. We will be back to reality tomorrow. With my new-found spirituality, I think I may have some new plans for destroying the sanctity of marriage. I’m going to raise my hands, raise my voice, and magically rip those marriages apart. Can I get an Amen?