I grew up in the Presbyterian Church of De-Nile too. Now I have no church to go to. I moved too many times. I was about eighteen when someone told me about pre-destination, and all the stuff I missed from going to church the 936 Sundays of my first years of life.

In her own simpleton way, Daisy Duke clad Miss Simpson is trying to say that she has a Church Jones of latter Day Pants. She acts kind of like a Methodist; and Methodists are my favorites.

Pluggin’? Well, I did go to a Presbyterian Service when I was in Osaka. It was entirely in Japanese, so I fell asleep during the service as usual. After that I googled American Churches only to find the Southern Baptist church has had the market growth of WalMart over the last thirty years. All other denominations have nothing comparable. May as well turn over all their faux basilicas to the Disco crowd.

In Chicago, the largest structures were about Catholic complexes — scools attached. In Houston the Baptist Church is the largest structure and compounds on earth — colleges attached on prime real estate sites.

Is there a Point? No and yes; Pluggin’ seems part of the experience. Presbyterian is a go between of Southern Baptist, and Episcopal Protestant churches, and a lot more edgy [as in stodgy] than Methodist. But, in all churches is one factor that remains similar, even for Jewish Temple, Music is the common language. And that part of church I really dig.

But, gosh, you all already knew that.

Now a Presbyterian might argue that God had already decided long ago not to accept any calls from a Jack Pribek precisely because of the impending outcome of the above illustration.

That’s why I’m no longer a Presbyterian.

;-)

So how does one get Him to plug their songs?

I would suspect J, that the best way to get this done would to to arrange a face to face. Which, might go something like this…

Jack-”I appreciate you taking time to see me God”.

God-”I see all”.

Jack-”Uhmmm…well…as you know, I have this great new ballad. It would be perfect for Jessica Simpson”.

God places the hand lettered, mastered demo in to the portable CD player sitting amidst the stacks of hand lettered, mastered demo CDs, on top of his His mahogany desk, presses play and closes his eyes. After fifteen seconds, barely making it through the intro and well before the first hook, God abruptly presses stop and says in a tone that is serious yet somehow conveys empathy in the face of failure and says; “I’m not feeling it”.

(or is the question really how do we get Jessica back on her meds?)