My Sister Margie is a righteous all hymning no sinning Bible believing Black Woman. Margie calls me her "Italian Sister." We canvased for Obama together.
I wanted a
house. Margie and I prayed about it. I got a house. I needed money for a new
roof. We prayed about it. New roof. I do not invoke our little prayer circle
lightly. Be sure you want whatever it is you trying to get from Universe. Hang with Margie and you might get it.
About 6 years ago, Margie and I started praying for a Revolution. We were of the opinion that we needed one bigtime. Ta
da! Shazam! One appeared.
I am a terrible Christian. Terrible. Lapsed Catholic. Angry Quaker.
Margie is one of the best people I know. So, our current upheaval must all be Margie's fault. I know God loves me absolutely. I think God does not take me seriously.
I know I am not the only one who takes Gil Scott Heron seriously.
