neurological dryer lint

so i just went to biker church with b down at the fellowship of believers church in florence. what was potentially a cheese-filled disaster waiting to happen, was actually pretty sweet.

i was hoping, you know, bikers. these guys will be really cool and slightly intimidating and really close friends. check, check, check. somewhat cheesy music? check. the church will probably have some people in biker 'uniforms', not really bikers, just to make the 'seekers' feel welcome.

no go. the people that ran the stuff - actual bikers. the dude that spoke? actual biker. not actual biker hired to make things seem more authentic. the whole thing was a bunch of guys who loved motorcycles, looked like you'd expect those guys (and women, too) would, and sang sweet worship songs and talked honestly about their lives and struggles and hope. it felt inviting and REAL. i was really, really impressed, and felt, well, kinda energized leaving that place, in a way i haven't felt at clovernook in a long time. not that it's about how i feel - in fact abandoning the consumer feeling towards church is something i've wanted to do. but i felt warm and safe and good at that place, and i'd go back anytime, and i think if i was a member of the biker community (i clearly am not, after seeing the place tonight) and i wanted a place to bring people who were curious about Jesus, i'd take em there in a heartbeat.

it's cool. this afternoon i was listening to the new fsf song someone you know online (this song will probably be as infectious to me as the sound was last year) .. if you like good music, man, go listen to that song. anyway. there's a line in it, 'take my soul, break my heart, i'm ready when you are', well, i guess it struck a nerve in me and drove me to sing that line to God. actually sing, out loud, in my room.

it was hard for me to type that sentence, because i never want people's image of me to be that guy. but i was that guy. i was moved by that song, it woke up a dormant corner of my heart, and i turned up the volume and yelled it out. it completely described what my heart wanted to say to God. louder than doubt, fear, things that would normally keep me silent. totally nailed it, at the perfect time. that's rare for me. i don't bow to that emotion often. it felt good. i encourage you to sing in your room too. and turn up the volume so people can't hear you. :)

then it's raining men came on, and it moved me to... never mind. :)