Insomniac ramblings

This rarely happens. Last night, after an evening full of small surprises and minor breakthroughs, I couldn’t sleep. Happy memories and happy thoughts paraded through my head: friends, rediscovered interests, events on the horizon—even good Mexican food. When it dawned on my addled, slow-to-process-yet-excitable brain that all of these things were, purely and wholly, gifts from God, I felt so hugely blessed that even insomnia felt like a present.

I am, by nature and habit, a reserved worshipper (as are many of my pewmates, I suspect). And I’m not naïve enough to believe that happiness, even on this earth, consists of infrequent bursts of joy, even joy that feels like it comprehends, ponders and takes on board whatever is not joy—suffering, grief, brutality. But I do think that it’s important to voice this kind of joy when and where we feel it, give humble/squealing thanks for it, and allow ourselves to be taken for the ride.

In this spirit, I’m posting a video by Portland garage-gospel rockers Agents of Future. I’m moved by their eager worship, their riotous praise. In the current absence of a living room full of people I can share this kind of boisterousness with, I’m hoping our tiny corner of the blogosphere will do.

Watch “Adonai” here.