…but since I didn’t have one, I’ll just tell you what happened.

I was in line at the grocery store the other day. The guy in front of me was probably in his ’80s, driving one of those sit-down electric shopping carts. It was obvious that he was having problems. He moved very slowly; he would stand up (sort of) to do something, maybe to help put his sacked groceries back in the cart, or point something out to the cashier. I say “sort of” because it was impossible for him to stand up straight; in fact, standing up for him meant being doubled over in half, so he looked like the letter “L” set on its end. He’d sit back down a moment, then get back up. It took the poor guy about five minutes to do anything.

When his groceries were all scanned and sacked, the man slowly (sort of) stood up and started fumbling in his back pocket for his wallet.

As he did so, the cashier, running mindlessly through her spiel, asked the crippled, doubled-over old man if he wanted to add on a donation to help people with disabilities.

Musician. Composer. Recovering perfectionist. Minister-in-transition. Lover of puns. Hijacker of rock song references. Questioner of the status quo. I'm not really a rebel. Just a sincere Christ-follower with a thirst for significance that gets me into trouble. My quest has taken me over the fence of institutional Christianity. Here are some of my random thoughts along the way. Read along, join in the conversation. Just be nice.