Stories and other stuff

So, I have me some internets again, and I decided to write a blog post yesterday, which apparently, wasn't one of my best efforts.  I read it again, and unless you were either at both places I was over the weekend, it read like a bunch of random thoughts from your drunk uncle. The point was good at the end.  How I got there, well, sorry about that.  I was tired.  I'm always tired lately.  I think the pain is starting to take a physical toll on me. At any rate, my point was that as weird as we find church, no matter the setting, the point isn't the atmosphere as much as it is about worshipping God.  Sometimes it involves theater.  Sometimes you just notice things that seem odd, but probably really don't matter.  And sometimes, the carpets and drapes clash. Such is life. I woke up today with other things on my mind.  I have been counting down the years to retirement and this morning, I found out that "Make America great again" wants to ...

I went to a little thingie yesterday at a church here in Ogden.  The sanctuary probably isn't the original sanctuary, there, and I was struck by something I hadn't been before. It was like being in a bar.  Except there wasn't any booze. There was a stage.  There were lights, colored lights, and a stage.  The drums were in a booth, I'm guessing, to keep them from drowning out the other instruments, and I dunno.  It was dark.  And it was weird to me for some reason. One of the ladies in the worship band was wearing a 60's style open shouldered jumper.  She had a sweater on, as well, but I thought it an odd choice for worship band attire. It was dark, presumably so the words to the songs could be seen and for the theatrics of the lights to be felt, and at first, the whole thing just seemed really weird to me. But who am I to judge?  We sang, we made a joyful noise to the Lord, and then the guy from Colorado got up and spoke.  And it as a...