The bus to worship

Forgive me, oh Lord, for I have caffeined.

Not only have I caffeined more than enough to generate jitters during Meeting for Worship, I have done so knowingly and willfully despite the fact that my schedule was already kinked involuntarily, through no fault of my own due to the perversities of Metro's fall schedule shakeup.

The fall shakeup brings whole vast waves of upheavals, especially in RantWoman's neighborhood due to the arrival of Light Rail. RantWoman notes this in connection with Meeting for Worship partly because it seemed like the whole God bus contingent was also shaken up, some perhaps leaving earlier, some like RantWoman dealing with the FIFTEEN MINUTE change in schedule by hoping against the clock on the later bus.

RantWoman is going to have to leave this schedule kink to work itself out over future weeks. RantWoman is touched in this venture by a Friend she saw later in the day in another context and his newfound delight in riding the bus. Meanwhile, RantWoman has to concentrate humbly enough on the reasons to get herself out the door, get on the bus and engage in corporate worship. RantWoman is familiar with the arguments that God is everywhere and wherever needed. RantWoman is familiar with the concept of glorifying God through housework; RantWoman easily concedes that anyone surveying the state of her housekeeping might remark tartly that God probably needs a lot more glorifying within. And yet, RantWoman must go out, experience the worship of all that needs divine attention on the bus and worship corporately. Interestingly, at worship others agree with her, at least about the corporate worship.