I wrote the sunrise and sunset times down and realized that today is the last twelve hour day of sunlight until next March.
Hello darkness my old friend…
Nice way to start today’s Morning Chalkboard… with a firm kick to the throat!
I pray a shit ton everyday…. yes… I swore in a sentence about praying. I pray in a blunt Chicagonese accent to heaven in the morning, during the day and right before bed.
Papa God will lay down an F-bomb at me on occasion. Jesus loves calling me a jag off when I don’t act like he does. The Holy Spirit will scare the living crap out of me when I’m being devilish. My mom kind of ignores me when I swear during prayer and my dad doesn’t even notice.
Having both my parents in heaven has given me more opportunity to communicate with God. I haven’t personally met anyone from the Holy Trinity yet, so I’ve always been a little hesitant in the past. My parents have broken the ice for me.
That made me just realize. On the day I die, it’s going to be like a blind date. I’ve never met Jesus and his Oldman. Never met their Ghost buddy either.
I think if Jesus asks me what I want to do on our blind date, well… it’s gonna be one helluva night.
I’d like to start out with dinner at a nice tapas restaurant with him, his mom and all his Jewish buddies. Then hit up a Louis Armstrong show featuring Billie Holiday. Maybe grab a quick burger at Gossage Grill after the show.
Go see Don Rickles open up for Mr. Sinatra.
Follow that up with a visit to George Harrison’s garage for a Beatle’s jam session. Head over to Maxwell Street for a Polish and then have Saint Peter drop me off at my mom’s.
Id like my mom to tuck me in on my first late night in eternal rest.
Back to the praying thing.
Who would have ever thought that a big mouth arb clerk from the bond room would be a prayer kind of guy.
I’m not one of those Bible thumping know-it-alls. I’m not a Holy Roller either. It just makes me feel better about myself when I’m praying for all you guys and the crap that you deal with in your lives.
It also keeps me from grieving the loss of my parents. How can I grieve that my parents died if I’m talking with them constantly?
My dad lived In Pennsylvania his last ten years of life and my mom lived in Indianapolis. I see them more since they moved to heaven than when they lived within driving distance. No need to grieve if that is the case.
A couple of you asked me to pray for something yesterday…. Done!
My Oldman told me not to worry so much about the bullshit that you are dealing with. He said he talked to Jesus and Jesus told him not to fucking worry about a thing. His Pop has your ass covered.
I just pictured Jesus and my Oldman standing there in heaven. Like a couple mobsters under surveillance. Their hands cupping their mouths as they pray.
Jesus leans over,
“Tell your son that my Dad has this shit covered. Not to worry about a fucking thing!”
Then my dad muffles through his hand into Jesus’ ear,
“My son really appreciate everything that youse guize do for him! He’s a good fucking Christian Soldier.”
Jesus puts his hand on my dad’s shoulder and winks,
“He’s a good earner. The God Father is proud how well he pisses Satan’s crew off on a daily basis.”
So I’ll end today’s Morning Chalkboard with some Stanley Kirk Burrell.
“We need to pray just to make it today!”
