Post Number Hooray

I am not a frequent poster. I am fine with this. I read so many of my friends' blogs that I waste all my good stuff elsewhere. Anyway...
I sometimes think I should make a ranting post ala lawyer Mike or Mr St A, and many of you know I am capable of a rant. I have thought of an amusing story like KRS-10 aor Ray's dog. I have been known to be a good story teller. I have even thought to whine like Big Jimmy in NYC, but that is his thing and he is sensitive and I wouldn't want to take that away from my buddy Jim. (Some may see this as dig on the "Bach-man", and it is in the way I do b/c I like him).
I could write about the little things that happen during the day and bore you all to tears, but that is rude so I will not.

So, for Post Number Hooray I will ramble. First let me tell about my search for God.

A few months ago, some nice youngish people knocked on my front door. After I got the dog to settle enough to open the door, while the enthusiastic people rang the bell 3 times, I met some fellows trying to start a church in Cleveland Heights. For some reason, I spoke with them on my porch for several minutes. I filled out their survey and thanked them. I did give them my home phone number. I mean what if God called?
I did get several calls from the members and even more visits. They dropped off a package of diapers for the baby. Huggies!! They invited us to their church meeting at a local hotel and we went.
Mrs. Bebout and I worked out a code if we felt like this was a cult. It was Hey man, this is a cult. RUN!! We did not use our secret code and ended up at a member's house for a great Korean-style lunch, with sticky rice and everything. It was an odd day and Mrs. Bebout and I needed to discuss our day in private.
And we did.
As osme may know, we come from different backgrounds, and our views on faith and religion differ. Also, our understanding of what church is is different. Mine is reserved and quiet where the minister does all the talking and the congregation does the listening and then we all go our separate ways until next week. Mrs. Bebout is different where the people actually talk out loud in response to the minister with all manner of Amen and yes and what not. They don't say what not but you get the idea.
At this joint, they participated with a frequency that felt forced to me. It felt like I am so Christian I will say Amen every time this dude talking takes a breath. They also throw in a lot of yes Lords. Either way I felt odd.
So the search will continue.