it doesn’t take much to start the faucet
Today they had a lunchtime gospel concert at my job as a part of the general MLK celebration. I don’t know what it is, but when I hear that oldtime gospel music, my allergies always start acting up. (Yes, I know I’m a big wuss who will cry for any reason.) Today was no exception. It would’ve been pretty embarrassing to have the waterworks come out in front of all my co-workers, but I have a feeling that they wouldn’t have minded. And it wasn’t even like it was sad music - it was the usual uplifting stuff. I guess some would say that this shows that I don’t have enough of the Lord in my life.
Once every few months, I try to go Stubbs Gospel Brunch to try and get my “God fix”. It always feels so good, combining two of my loves: urban gospel music and stuffing food into my fat face. I suppose that I could get this feeling every weekend or whatever, but I prefer have my God-intake come in small doses.
Some people ask why I don’t go to Church and I always tell them that 12 years of private school burned me out on Mass. That’s probably not at all true - I think it has way more to do with the fact that I’m incredibly lazy.
I’m going to have to start making regular appearances at Church, though. Mary Alice insists that we baptize Marcelina soon and the only way I’ll feel good about that is if we dive headfirst into full religion mode.