Celebrate your weirdness...

Last night was of some significance, I would argue. I had this opportunity to go to the Park Pentecostal assembly to see Alvin Slaughter as well as a few local choirs, later on combined into one larger plenum that accompanied Alvin. God's presence was abiding and rich... words that were spoken were right on... probably too much. Mr. Slaughter said that those who felt weird and not fitting into the crowd should celebrate their weirdness instead of being depressed because of that. So much... of what he said read my mail, as it were. For some reason, I always get depressed after such an encounter with God. Not that I'm not thankful, but my pragmatic ego tends to ask myself this very same question, "so what?" What to do now? How? When? Why? There's no answer... no desire to celebrate my weirdness (if I'm weird, which I probably am). Who knows. I don't. Thus, dear faithful reader, I commend you if you have found the path of obedience and trust. It's hard to exist without it. I know what I'm talking about.