I actually *like* the church I visited this morning. The kids *really* liked it, which is even better. It's bigger than the typical Iowa (non-liturgical) church; I'm thinking there are maybe four or five hundred members. Anyway, I think I'll go back. I've been once before, without the kids, and I really enjoyed the music & worship (which is my thang). And I didn't feel like going to sleep when the pastor spoke. Now THAT is a major accomplishment. I generally don't have a lot of use for sermons... partially because of what I've written before, being that there just hasn't been a lot of fresh insight floating around and I get sick of hearing the same thing over and over... and partially because I have ADD (not the hyperactive kind, just the daydreamer - space cadet kind) and it's just nigh on impossible for me to pay attention to words people say. Give me a visual, or something to touch and do, and I'm so there. Talk to me, and five minutes from now I may or may not remember what you said. I've often wished it were different; my best friend Cindy can remember DETAILS about conversations that I barely even realized occurred. But I can't change my spots, so I might as well enjoy them.
I introduced myself to the worship leader, and for some reason (I did not intend to say anything about myself yet) I told him I was a keyboard player and a former worship leader as well -- I think it was because I was trying to encourage him by telling him that I appreciated what he was doing and that I was in a position to know quality when I see it... so to speak. Anyway, he brightened up in a way that almost startled me and asked me if I was interested in getting back into it. I was equally startled to hear myself saying, "Yes." He then said that he had been praying for a year for a good keyboard player; they had a few people who played a little, but only as a fill-in kind of playing, not a headliner. He then turned to his electric guitar player (who totally TOTALLY T.O.T.A.L.L.Y rocked the house both times I've been there) and said, "We have a keyboard player here," and the guy looked rather pleased. They invited me to their Tuesday evening practice; I told them I would love to come. Now I just have to find someone to watch the kids. But I feel actually ELATED about it and I can't WAIT until then... which is a feeling I haven't had in a while. Watching them jamming up there, I simply ached to be jamming along with them. Now maybe I'll get to!
Tonight, after the kids went to bed, Cindy and I went out to Starbuck's just to hang for a while. I don't often get to hang out with her like I used to... her personal circumstances are incredibly difficult. I won't go into them at all, because I love her so very much and I don't want to air her issues... but if I could give you, dear reader, a word of advice -- never NEVER N.E.V.E.R. marry someone you don't love. K? Good. Now that we have that settled...
One VERY encouraging thing that I saw while I was there, having my latte'... because it always seems like the people who hang out in coffee shops are uber-lib tree-huggers... a girl was there, studying, and on her bookbag next to her chair was a "Bush-Cheney '04" sticker. It made me very, very happy. Urban Iowa is just chock-full of airheaded social-consciousness, and I often feel rather alone because I tend to run in their circles. I can't stand the denim-jumper sailor-dress Republican mom crowd because that is NOT ME. I really did try to be that for a long time, but just couldn't. No, I'm a little more edgy, alternative, black leather, artist-musician, body-piercing... certainly not the typical minister's wife, eh? Anyway, my cohorts in that crowd don't tend toward conservative politics! So I usually feel kind-of lonely.
All that, over a sticker on a girl's bookbag. Oy... I should go to bed and quit thinking. Nitey nite.
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