Oh, THAT crack.

I find myself on the opposite end of everybody in the order, with an uncrossable chasm between us. I've watched some folks tumble down into the everlasting abyss between us, and a few clinging to my side, trying to decide between the struggle of pulling to the level and the ease of letting go.

I didn't make this crack, and I didn't choose this side. How often, on those rare, rare days when I do see the Mighty Hand of God tracing great lines in the dirt, do I, instead of falling prone in worship, say "Hey, yeah, uh, Jesus, thanks for the, uh, canyon, but wow, we were kind of hoping to have a potluck supper instead."

Very, very often.