Wife is gone. Kids are in bed. House is straightened up.
I've got my house slippers on. A fire going in its designated indoor location. A small jar of whisk sitting patiently by my side. Rock & Roll Jesus. This past weekend in Cincinnati, my good friend Vincent, his lovely wife Alicia, and my first cousin Steve attended a punk rock show at an old church across the river in Kentucky. As we parked down the street, I asked where this venue was, as this location was a bit residential, and I didn't see the "theater" or dirty hole in wall punk club I was envisioning. "The church", they said. I didn't buy the truth until we walked through an obscure break in the tall, secured chainlink fence surrounding said church. "Fuckin' cool." I believe I said aloud. After entering a not-obvious side door, we stepped into the Lord's house, complete with original stained glass windows of Mr. Christ. Where the preacher man speaks was suitably where the stage was. Where the worshippers sit, there was an open floor and several cheap, round tables and chairs. Where the piano would be, or dudes sitting anxiously with collection plates, or mothers with small children sitting in back ready to take their screaming tots outside, was the bar. Along one side was a merch table--the other, a DJ playing 60s Garage on vinyl. We ordered $13 double whiskies and watched Nine Pound Hammer and New Bomb Turks play beautiful rock & roll, as if it were a gift from Heaven. And it was comforting knowing that the Lord was grinning in approval. The Jesus I enjoy promotes good Christian fellowship in the likes of swell rock & roll music. Jesus's dad, God, has all these churches as rental houses, and Jesus talked him into renting one out to His buddies for rock & roll shows. And although God was a little hesitant at first, He thought about it and it made sense. Although He really didn't listen to rock & roll, His Son did, and He believed in His Son. He admired JC's sincerity and genuineness, and decided that he'd give Jesus's rock & roll friends shot. Of course God checked their references and had them sign a renter's agreement and lease. First and last month up front. But after trusting His Son and taking a leap of faith on these different kind of church-goers, God realized he had not only made all of us mere rock & roll mortals happy and thankful, but He also created a different type of miracle--the miracle of bonding with your son. God and Jesus hang out more since the new church lease. Jesus has gotten God to loosen up a little, and even enjoy a $13 double whisk from time to time. God always buys. That's bonding, friends. I like to think that They hang out at that church more than the others because, well, it's cooler.
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