3.24.2006

saturday cometh

It's nearing 11 PM. I am sitting in a dark room, listening to the split track of rhapsody in one ear and two snoring little boys in the other.

Kelsey and Jackson are at the prayer room for Misty's 10pm set. They'll be home a hair after midnight.

If you haven't caught this set, you need to. Of course, Misty would prefer you refer to it as the Friday 10pm, but let's just say if I were leading the 10pm while playing an accordion....well, it wouldn't be hard to find a parking spot, that's all I'm saying.

Which reminds me, at the ol' Gun Club this morning, we talked about Polka-based intercession meetings. It was a brief segment of the converstion.

I've spent the better part of the last two days in the prayer room. Generally I spend a portion of the day in there and the rest hurrying from meeting to meeting, alternately being flooded with and flooding others with email. In anticipation of teaching this weekend, I intentionally didn't schedule anything and just parked it most of yesterday and more than half of today. It felt great and reminded me that this is why I am here. Oddly enough, it's not the meetings, although we need those to insure the wheels don't fall off. At the end of the day, though, a well trained monkey could handle a lot of the meetings I have...but the monkey can't pray. And that, kids, is why we're at the top of the food chain.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Misty was gone last night...but I think you know that by now

Anonymous said...

The meeting monkey is married to the end times monkey. You guys make such a great couple.

chuck said...

monkey doesn't taste very good......kinda like squirell..

chuck said...

who is that guy and what is he doing with my accordian