Now that I have your attention

It's rarely sweaty.

It rarely shakes the walls.

It's never how it looks on TV.

By the time you are married for more than 10 years it likely only happens once a month. If that.

When you're entering the Most Holy Place, crying out to God, that is the time when ecstasy gives way to a back spasm that makes you curse the day you were born.

Even an atheist is praying that the kids will stay asleep for…just…one…more…MINUTE!

But you still live for that moment. You live for that remembrance. You live for the look that sees past your very soul, the look that speaks of unshakeable trust, a trust that allows someone to lay open the very areas that remain concealed from the very earliest moments of childhood.

Maybe that moment is a myth. Maybe that moment doesn't exist in a world of unemployment and children and words that you can't take back.

In a rare quiet time your mind wanders to the day. You see the unseen. An unveiling. A revelation. A moment when you encounter the Divine and you know you are encountering the Divine because OH GOD HOW CAN ANYTHING ELSE BE…THIS…

good….

And even the word "good" cannot fully express what just happened. Superlatives used to give expression to the most ecstatic of experiences cannot capture the feeling, the mood, the MOMENT.

The moment when knowledge is speechless. When the world ceases to exist.

When two are one.

Hot Sex!

Now that I have your attention….

In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, Amen.