Big Daddy Show!

I'm not big on going to church.  They don't build churches to the "all-encompassing, non-judgmental, universal vibration" that I subscribe to.


If I was going to build a church, I think the motto above the door would read something like: "Yeah, it's all connected you bleeping Idiot!" 


Anyway, we did spend some time in church yesterday.  One of many of those sacred spaces you can find just about anywhere: a grove of trees, a little black box theater, a rehearsal room, your living room, the space inside your head.


We marveled at the structure, the aesthetics of the place; the stained glass windows, the vaulting arches, the massive stone, the hovering angels and yes, that poor, long-suffering sap hanging up on a tree.


We kind of tuned out the words floating around the chamber, the words offered up to the Great Big Daddy in the Sky.  So old world, so unappealing.  But the show was good.  

There was a guy playing the pipe organ, the pipes massive, all powerful, and the sound filled the space and reverberated in our hearts and heads.  The show was good, yes it was, very good!