Our friend Teo brought his funk bass, and himself, to take our church on a wonderfully disjointed journey toward Sabbath this past Sunday. Dude is a master not only of his instrument, but of graciously connecting us with some soul, and of sharing himself in the process. By some magic, he actually made us suburbanites feel ‘cool’ for having a basic familiarity with 80′s era rock, and showed us something with his fingers and his heart that words would have never done. My toe is still tapping, and my head is still bobbing. Oh, yeah.
iPete‘s got the podcast up (on iTunes, too, which is the true sign of legitimacy), and my tiny homage to the preacher/poet Russell Rathbun is there in all of its brevity and (attempted) funk. But the real power came in the music underneath the artistic reading of Maranda‘s ‘Lectio Divinae for Bad Meditators’. That, and the Matrix, and just enough cowbell. Oh, yeah.