Occasional Holy Man, Indifferent Bassist, and Maladroit Luthier Who Offers Stray, Provocative, and Insouciant Thoughts about Religion, Archaeology, Human Foible, Surfing, and Interesting People. Breaking the Narrative Since 2001. Cultivez votre propre jardin. [Also, "alot" is not a word.]
A few years ago I was asked to give the Memorial Day invocation at an auto race track [it shall remain unnamed]. The young person who issued the organization's invitation asked that I not mention God in my prayer. Yeah, that didn't happen.