Reverend Ref +

I'M A PICKIN' . . .
AND I'M A GRINNIN'

We had the Bluegrass Gospel Express play at St. P's last night. They are a group of musicians ranging in age from 58 to 68 (except the women, who are all 28), and they travel around the country playing gospel bluegrass. The church was packed -- about the same numbers as the weddings I've done there.

We did a Eucharist at 7 and had 39 people for communion. I'm guessing there were at least 85 in the congregation. The band started playing at 7:30, and they played until about 9 pm. Everybody had a toe-stompin', hand-clappin' good time. Even this rock-n-roll boy enjoyed it. That is, until they got off on this whole God-bless-America-we-need-to-take-back-our-country -and-get-the-Ten-Commandments-back-up-on-our-court's-walls-and-prayer-back-in-school- and-the-ACLU-heathens-out-of-power-and-on-and-on-and-on.

Although, I will give them credit . . . St. P's is the only church in VC. They mentioned that if you lived in the area and didn't have a church home, make it this one. They also reminded everyone to remember that I was on call 24/7, and to support me whenever they could. So that was nice.

All in all, it was a good time. And after the concert, the owner of the VC Creamery provided ice cream for everyone. It was very yummy.

We got home around 10:30 and I slept very hard last night. Even managed to dream about football. It was a good night.