Freak-ish Friday

I will keep this brief today - other than to give a big shout-out to Ashley - who is exercising her God-given (and government-given) right to free speech, and whom has felt the urge in the comments section of this post to remind me of my failings as a Christian.

Hmmm.

While some people may turn away in shock and dismay from comments like this, I instead embrace them with all the pagan love I can muster in my wizened little heart. Lord, help me.

And Ashley? Even though I may be too simple to understand such a completely random comment - a comment that appears to me to be so thoroughly unrelated to the matter at hand; even though I am perhaps slightly, simple-mindedly sceptical that you sharing your beliefs in this particular venue is the most effective way for you to spread your gospel, I'll give you all the attention you feel you so justly deserve.

Just come out from behind the Holy Bible in your profile picture, dear, pull up that soap box, and fire away. Let your message be heard, loud and proud. You obviously have a burning desire to say something.

May the power of Christ compel you.

And may you feel as enfolding when comes the day that someone hijacks your blog to air their religious beliefs.

As for me? I'm off to atone and beg forgiveness.

Right after I have my last romp with a donkey, whilst simultaneously (& greedily) drinking tequila straight from the bottle, eating 13 bacon cheeseburgers, and cursing like a gay sailor.

Have a righteous weekend, everyone!

Stop Me If You've Heard This One. . .

A Jew walks into a Southern Methodist Tabernacle.

It's a pretty hot day, and the Humidex is at around 174 percent, give or take 1000.

At the door, the usher offers her a cardboard paddle, and asks, "Fan?"

Distracted by looking around for somewhere to sit, the Jew says, "I don't know - I've only ever heard the first act."

Bah Boom Boom.

(They love me in the Borscht Belt)(Me and Henny. Just like this.)

So, if one were to venture to Mathews County, Virginia (which I did), and if one were to have the most amazing Tour Guides in the world (which I did), and if one were to allow oneself to be driven hither and yon throughout this lush, verdant landscape (which I did), one might find themselves at this crossroads:

You hafta know right away that there is some religion being got 'round here.

I'm not sure if this particular house of worship has become a heritage site, or if it is still functional. I tend to think that it might be the former, as I'm sure this scene I stumbled upon is an act of senseless vandalism rather than fervent prayer:

Irregardless of its status, on the day of our visit, it still loomed large and silent, yet full of spirit.

And you know me, with my vivid imagination (well, maybe you don't. But my internal life? Endlessly fascinating)(To me, anyways). I could easily envision the pews jam-packed, and a lot of praise swirling in and around and amongst, through the open structure and out into the ether.

Without sounding too mawkish, it was the perfect symbol for the Virginia Blogfest - a confluence of spirit, where the sacred was taken to heart.

"Fan?"

Hell, yeah.