I came down to my friendly neighborhood coffeeshop, hoping to end blog silence and get a little app work done.

But someone's given a teenager an amp, an acoustic guitar, and absolutely no sense.

He's whining Frank Sinatra while strumming like he's in a praise band.

I know, grousing about praise bands in my God Blog. Wrong wrong wrong, but there it is.

I'm in pain here, folks. I'd love to stay and visit with you all for a while. I wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed quiet time this morning, and how I am wiggling and inching my way back to feeling like God and I are holding hands.

But I'm really going to have to run.