Yesterday totally wiped me out and I wound up going to bed at only 8:30AM, foregoing any blogging or updates so I could get some MUCH needed sleep.
Last morning I decided to take a drive out to Colorado Springs to visit the Springs Church, a church pastored by Gary Wilkerson who is the son of David Wilkerson. The church turned out to be in a shopping center literally next to Walmart, primarily because their membership was getting so large that it was one of the few buildings in town that could house the congregation. When I walked in I knew I was going to endure the standard worship format that is so common in churches these days: contemporary soft rock type worship complete with smoke and stage effects, though thankfully not overdone. Still, it makes me wonder why the worship itself is never sufficient enough: people always have to jazz it up somehow.
Good thing they turned out to be so predictable too, meaning the worship would go on for another hour, so I walked out and headed to Walmart to get some bottles of water and soda, then sped to the Apple Store to find a cover for my iPhone. The screen protector had torn while I was fiddlng with the case right before church started, thank God no one heard my girlie screams when that happen either. The Apple Store was awesome though, a nice Apple girl fetched the screen protector I needed and expertly put it on for me. I wish I could come bad here when it comes time to get an iPhone 5 screen protector. :-D
Anyhoo, as soon as that was done I raced back to the church just in time to see Carter Conlon preach. He was guest speaking there on behalf of Gary Wilkerson, although he actually pastors in Times Square Church.
I had really wanted to come so I could meet David Wilkerson’s son and express my sorrow that I never had occasion to meet his father before he passed away after a tragic car accident, but when the sermon was over, both Wilkerson and Conlon disappeared behind the curtains and were nowhere to be found. Bah, I should have just jumped on stage and greeted them. That did surprise me though, as I thought it was custom for pastors to stand by the door and talk to people as they leave. I guess the congregation was simply too big for that. After the service was over people immediately grouped into their own circles, making me feel like a 13 year old geek monkey circling the dance floor time after everyone had already picked out their partners.
I think I’m finished with church. The worship always leaves something ti be desired, while my hearing loss make it difficult to follow sermons over speakers that sound too distorted for me to understand, and when it’s all over people already have their own social herds that I would have to muscle into just to get a chance to talk to anybody. I’m not social to begin with so a scenario like this is a nightmare for me. Plus, none of the hot wimmins would even look at me. Ah well.
At least gave it a chance. I headed back to Denver to have lunch at the very first Chipotle Mexican Grill that ever opened, then hit the Lariat Loop that took me right into the mountains. I got to see Buffalo Bill’s grave, had me a buffalo burger there while I was at it too (not worth it by the way), then visited the Red Rocks, a colorful display of segmented dust red rocks and boulders that curiously stood out as an anomaly amongst all the usual brown and green. The amphiteatre housed here provides a panoramic view of Denver in the distance, as well as the plains of Colorado as they stretched out to the border of Nebraska. The air was breezy and warm, whispering a melody of unknown tunes as the winds softly passed through me. I closed my eyes after admiring the views for a while and for a moment the cacophony of sounds was nearly indistinguishable from that of a tropical beach. I was finally home.
Once I finished the loop I headed back to the hotel and decided to sleep in early. Today will be another long day as I hop from Boulder to Fort Collins to Cheyenne to finally, Mount Rushmore. I hope I survive. O_o