A Vision of Spiritual Community

Confidential to Jerry: you play, you pay.

Enjoy.

Props are shared equally with Adeodatus, with whom this was a cooperative effort.

If you see your name in here and you’re wondering why, then be assured that you are merely an innocent bystander caught in the ironic crossfire. It is nothing even remotely personal, and any negative thing implied about you is likely false. If you’re in this list and you’re not wondering what you’re doing here, then say touch� and laugh with me.

If you don’t see your name here and you’re feeling left out, please note that I still love you. Other bullets were planned, but space was at a premium.

For those who don’t attend Southern Gables, this may be a bit confusing. You can read up on our current building program here, with the ruthless libeling of my good name found in this image. If two and two still aren’t adding up, email me, and I’ll explain the joke. It is, in the final analysis, worth a laugh.

By the way, if you’re wondering what “GK5″ might mean, you can read more about that here. It’s actually a very good thing, Certain Unrelated Building Programs notwithstanding.

ADEODATUS ADDS: A few of the Visionary elements which did not make it onto the insert: “I see words of wisdom inscribed above the Trinitarian entrances, like “When God closes a door he opens a line of credit,” and “Blessed are the Comfy, for they shall feel nice when they are talking.”

Like a friend of ours, I was first bothered by the “We Have a Dream” language at the top of the page. Of course there was no intent to borrow ethos from The Speech; still, though, that language is sacrosanct. Would you really want to compare, however obliquely, a vision of people coaxed into acting like they always should have with a martyr’s vision of a complete social overhaul, of calling the world’s most powerful nation to live out its founding mandate of equality and justice? Then it hit me. This was an actual dream, an ecstatic vision wherein the Spirit of Christ revealed his declared will unto his elect through his chosen vessels. No harm, no foul.