Last Sunday's sermon was what is probably the annual,
"You thought you couldn't buy your way
into heaven? ? Well I'm here to tell you that you can" sermon.
The problem with those kind of talks is that those who get the message already give generously of their money and time. It just makes them feel guilty so they double their efforts and eventually just burn out.
It goes right over the heads of everyone else.
Anyway I burnt out years ago so I let my eyes drift around the beautiful old church.
A teen age girl was slumped a few pews ahead of me - way too young to care about much other than her own changing body.
Suddenly, because I wasn't listening and didn't notice, it was time to stand.
The girl heaved herself up.
And that's when I got my sermon from God the Mother for this week.
For thus I say unto you in huge letters across the back the girl's hoodie were written these words:
Shut Up and Dance.