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.


  1. LOL! I know the feeling, Mrs. M!

  2. Anonymous12:15 PM

    it tickles my heart that an english lit major uses words like "schlooooop","ack", "grousing" with the same aplomb she uses to share her homilies!


"So keep fightin' for freedom and justice, beloveds, but don't you forget to have fun doin' it. Lord, let your laughter ring forth. Be outrageous, ridicule the fraidy-cats, rejoice in all the oddities that freedom can produce. And when you get through kickin' ass and celebratin' the sheer joy of a good fight, be sure to tell those who come after how much fun it was."
-Saint Molly Ivins