I typically wake up twice in the morning. I set one alarm that is the time I really SHOULD get up. Then I set a second alarm that is set for the last POSSIBLE second that I COULD get up and still arrive at where-ever it is that I need to go before anyone says, “You’re very late today” and I have to then explain that, “That’s because I didn’t get out of bed until ten minutes ago and I’ve given up on impressing you.”
I often get up ten minutes after the second alarm.
This morning (yesterday morning, to most of you, since it is now past midnight), I woke up to the first alarm and groaned. It was Sunday morning, and usually on Sundays I’m a little bit keener to get up than on other days, because I know that even if I’m not feeling great or if I’m in a bad mood or frustrated, I’m going to see a few people I like at church and I’ll feel better after leaving than I did when I got there. That was not the case this morning. This morning, my first thought was, “Ugh…I really don’t want to do this. I want to go back to sleep. I don’t want to lift speakers, I don’t want to sing, and I don’t want to see people I like or who like me. I want to go back to sleep and just stay in bed all day.” I honestly thought, “Is there ANY way I can get out of church today???”
So I rolled over, awaiting the fabled Second Alarm. And before the Second Alarm went off, I fell back to sleep…
…and I dreamed about “The Exorcist.” No kidding.
Then the Second Alarm went off, and I turned it off and thought, “Well, maybe I should go to church.” So…you know…whatever gets you out of bed.
Showered, got dressed in the Harvey Pekar tribute shirt, and drove the half-hour into the city to get ready for the service. I got into the church and Chase helped me move in my gear. I started setting up and Bruce came in, shot me a smile and came over to chat with me for a while. I plugged in my guitar—I played the Telecaster—and played a little bit of Lou Reed’s “Dirty Blvd.” to tune up. I realized after a few times through the melody that it was an odd choice…but that happens. Then Bruce and I chatted some more, and Lucas came in and chatted with me, and I chatted with Alan and Dan and Robert and I drank some apple juice. And before long it was time for the service. I shared the “Exorcist” story. People laughed—one lady looked mildly shocked. That happens, too.
Then I played these songs:
- All Creatures of Our God and King
- O How I Love Jesus
- I Will Praise You
Then Lucas gave a wonderful sermon on Mark 1 in the area of vs. 14 to 20-something. Then I played these songs:
- It Is Well With My Soul–Had trouble singing the second verse. I often get a little overcome by the “I bear it no more” line. Happened today too.
- Blessed Be Your Name
Then I hugged a friend of mine who’s having a baby. Then I packed up and Chase and CJ helped me move stuff out to the car. Lucas complimented me on the job I did leading the music—which was very nice of him, and he really didn’t have to go out of his way to do it. I was so grateful that he did that I forgot to tell him how much I loved his sermon, too. I made a mental note to tell him next time. And then I drove home, having seen a few people I like and feeling better after leaving than I did when I got there.
And then I sat around, then had dinner with my dad, and for the last hour or so I’ve been reading about Andy Warhol and The Factory.
…and that was today.