Gloria and I were sitting at Town Hall for a now forgotten event (possibly anniversary week) and the bartender Andy asked if we wanted a raffle ticket because not many had been sold yet. In theory, our odds of winning would be good. So, we bought two tickets for a now forgotten fundraising cause, never thinking we would never win.
Fast forward to 2012 and I make it to the blessing with beer drinking buddy Ian. Rev. Aron Kramer officiated the blessing with a helper (I'm sure there's a proper name I don't know) who was filling the place with extremely pleasant incense (sandlewood?). After a reading from Gilgamesh, we engaged in a litany. Responsive reading, as it was known in my church, was always one of my favorite parts. Since childhood, I've imagined the voice of God to be the multifaceted drone of a congregation. In this one, we all intoned "Good Lord, Deliver Us" to the reverend's statements.
|Preparing the incense|
for the blessing.
"From wasting money on thin beer, and time in thinner conversation."
"From thinking beer has made us clever when we've only begun to sound stupid."
"From the foolishness of not having designated someone to bring us safely home other than you."
Because free beer and the blessing fills the bar, Ian and I sit outside on the patio in spite of the chilly evening and three friends from two different worlds of my life appear from the wasteland and sit down. Free beer turned into true communion and conversation and dinner at the Blue Nile--a blessing from the miracle known as beer.