1 More Percent

I was talking with J.N.

He is a friend.  

Someone that I kind of wish I could be closer too, but who I keep passing in the night during my seasons at sea.  And he is doing church in a new way.  In a way that appeals to me so much.  And as I so often do we started talking about the 1%.  

Oh we happy few, who can say where we were on St. Crispan's day!

Sorry couldn't help myself.

And as opposed to the horrified shock that I normally receive, he got it.  I knew deep down that he would.  Because I've heard him talk about faith and love and hope and service the same way that Ja. and Da. and I do.  I've heard him talk about how it doesn't have to be a preacher from a pulpit.  That worship can be a soup kitchen.  And that my sin is just as forgiven as the white collar sin is.  And that is why I love to talk to him.  So when I told him, even though I was probably physically cringing against his reaction.  I knew, I just knew that he would get it.

And he does.

And I want to keep this idea a float.

So here is the deal Oh Oners (and you know who you are Da., Ja., sM., even S.F. and S. if you are up for it).  Lets do it.  Lets plan, lets set a date, lets become the sleeper cell, the lunatic fringe, the zealot making the whip of chords in the corners of the temple.  Discuss with me.  I want to know more about The One, but I'm sick of someone trying to teach me.  I want to learn on my own.  I want the unadulterated shit.  I want real truth.  Not a weak distillation.

The matter at hand isn't if we strike.  

It is when.

Forever 1%.

File under Virtue.