I Can Do This

[purejuice]

The horror of New Thought church services out here in Californication is, as I've said before, the jazz hands, the amplified music, the drums, the capri length cargo pants, the middle-aged man wearing a backwards newsboy cap to play the drums, to one whose practice really is entirely Calvinist, silent Quaker meeting style, no cushions on the handmade 300-year-old pews, be still and know that I am God, a few austere hymns.

The good news is the Manhattan trained female co-minister says, How 'bout that rapture? We're all still here. Either we didn't make the cut. Or this is heaven.