the story continues

on we went down three flights of stairs. I was on a mission to find a bathroom. Our mission was to get to Nan and curry. I made the detour for the bathroom stop at a little Italian restaurant. we did what we came to do and left and turned the corner, and two homeless guys were their on the corner singing about Jesus how Juesus had saved them. Oh man, their bodies were worn but they had joy and light crashing out from their faces. The one man Singing and drumming, singing something to the part of "I should have been dead but you rescued me." "I should have been dead but you rescued me. I'm a living testimony, a living testimony! Jesus!" And there was more about Miracles and about Jesus moving inside. His guy with him kept singing the backup. repeating "Oh Lord! I Am a Living Testimony!"
Joanne and I stopped and sung with them and shouted and raised our hands and woohoo'd and yeah'd. Somehow everyone then started to really take notice. people just would like kinda get a big grin on their face, and everyone started throwing in dollar bills in their hat. One guy "this is all i got!" everyone started to throw money in.
And then in the song also the line "He's gonna fix it!"
So you see the song spoke to me, the song like a stool for Joann and I to sit on.
I am a living testimony. You rescued me.
And there it is. Being the testimony. embodying. Oh Lord Thankyou for taking me through your throng!
I feel like I'm approaching, no, like I'm here on the edge of a new land. a new crop.
I just had lunch with the Cliff and he is a whole other piece.
And what he was saying about us. is that it's like we've found a land. it's a new land for us. but is this land that hasn't been worked on in years. So that means it's good for harvesting, it's good for planting a new crop. but it's also really hard. you have to really work the land. you have to really go in there. but it's going to be a good crop. the garden isn't set up, it isn't any crop that has been before. it's not going to be easy or anyone else's but it's our own to toil and produce.
And it's true, it has been years for me. sometimes my soil does feel hard and dried and cracked and restricken. but i do feel like there is something tangible to make. i feel like this is a second chance. a chance to do something and make something new like i haven't before. to make a harvest. i want to grow something that adds to the world.

Now let me dive back in to sorrow and the alone and the 4th floor of the Parking Garage. Me and Joann 2 little satellites recommitting to the Lord. going right up to the edge and reclaiming who we are. Torches together.

in the kingdom. between the skyscrapers! the pain thudding down from the skyscrapers. giving over. burning so bright together.
recomitting. giving everything we got. putting ourseves entirely there. commit it all (that's what Mute Math screams!) taking everything we got.

bring it. head in only. The way you go is head in. put it all.

God you didn't stop the apex there. We thought the apex was done and had. but there was more. you said "Honey, I don't have an apex, i am apex. constant apex.
the homeless guys singing, then eveywhere we went it felt like the Kingdom of heaven pouring on us. like the kingdom wanted so badly to come out, like a seam waiting to burst, to tear. the kingdom taking us that wrong direction to stumble on those two street people in their worship song, only to go around in a big circle and see we were going the wrong direction.

The Nan and Curry came and we got there. The Indian hiphop song singing "You're going to make it right. make it right. You're going to make it. Show you what I got inside."

Each of our plates came out to be $8.14.
He insisted on giving us the same table number 8, though we payed seperate. "7?" Joanne thought she heard. "No, 8" And we had exact change. Joann counting out her pennies to make 8.14 twice.

you see we love the small things. and the whole way up we talked about this year being sabbath. being the 7. the year of jubilee and rest and reset.

This is not about rehearsing or tuning. It is not about reasserting the past or
And her tattoo to come on 8-8. Her other favorite date. the date of infinity. And that makes me hear eternity. And the forever we have already stepped into. 8 is the next octave. Not the sabbath pointing to the last 6, ending the long week. But 8, the next note repeated, this time in a new octave. It is the beginning. It is not 7, which is the ironing out and releasing of the past. but 8 is the first of the next octave, the next sound.
reconsidering it. This is about throwing away the sieve all together! This is throwing away your mesh! And committing yourself in a whole new way.