10.26.05

Category: dribblings

this evening i played bass on liz’z worship team. neither one of us had been to that particular church service before so we didn’t really know what to expect. maybe she did, but i did not. worship went well, i think. i wasn’t able to really get into it, but it was obvious that other people were getting into it (they clap after each song. that’s so weird. i want to scream, “don’t clap unless you’re clapping for jesus okay?!”), so i figure at least we did our job. Brookie was wailing on guitar. it was awesome. when i got off the stage it was weird though. it was like, “what on earth is going on down here?” because there was a definite vibe of strangeness. oldness. in the room, and on the stage it was not like that. i guess we were “protected”? for lack of a better word.

old weirdness. i have not the vocabulary for spiritual things.

later when we got back up to play for ministry time, i was able to get into it better. maybe because it was like i knew what we were up against. so it made me want to really worship the lord so that he would come and take care of business. TCB.

then one of the guys from rapha (i think, i don’t know who he was. just some cool black dude in a leather coat) got up and played the drums and we jammed on a blues riff (the whole time i’m thinking, “why is the white girl playing bass?”) and that was really fun and cool and highly unexpected. glory!

(i hope that “glory” made Cookie laugh.)

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