I’m not a religious evangelist. I have my beliefs and practices and that works for me. I hope you have some philosophy of life and the universe that makes sense to you. I don’t preach at you and please don’t preach at me. Unless of course you are the Right Irreverent HalleCalliLujah (sometimes known as Callipygian Christensen). In that case, not only do I listen to her preaching, but I exhort YOU to come and listen as well. Because HalleCalliLujah is spinning the tunes to soar our souls. *grin* And make us laugh. And dance. And yell “Hallelujah, isn’t life grand!”
The last Sunday of each month is Calli’s revival breakfast. I had to miss the first and my did I repent. 😦 I made the second and Glory BE!!! I floated on out to my day on a cloud of well-being. Not only did Calli dish up the tunes, but there was quite a repast as well. Of course there is also the requisite revival tent.
Now mind you – this is NOT for the faint of heart. First – proper attire makes it more fun. I foolishly arrived without a hat. Tsk, tsk, That is just not done. Ladies wear hats to revivals. Might even carry a parasol. *grin* Jessie Wheelwright dresses like a proper lady! Isn’t she BEAUTIFUL? I need to go shopping before the next revival in hopes of finding something halfway as wonderful as what Jessie and Calli and Diane were wearing. (There were others wearing great outfits too but it was, unf, a while ago and I’ve forgotten who all was there.)
At the end, all we sinnahs were saved!!! We went stepping out in synchronization over hill and dale (well, not ON Dale. Dale was keeping in step with the rest of us. *grin*). The Right Irreverent HalleCalliLujah made sure that we all got baptized. Okay, maybe not baptized. But wet. 🙂
So come on down this Sunday to Meatspace Lounge and let the music save your mortal soul! You may even get a halo!