Day 20 I know I’ve said before that there are good days and bad days, but I’ve changed my mind. Every day is a good day. Some days just take a little more fighting to get through them. I’m still inflicting on Sis what she calls “dirt” food. We’re doing what is called a liver flush, which is a concoction of juices and an herbal tea. It’s supposed to cleanse the liver. One of the ingredients is garlic, and it’s starting to permeate Sis, and the house. We’re going to back off of the garlic a little bit. Tonight we went to a church service that was held in a strip-mall storefront in Lebanon TN. There was nothing fancy about this. It was bare-bones. There was no fluff. It was the genuine item; the adult dose. The service started with a young guy singing songs along to some prerecorded backing tracks. I didn’t recognize any of the songs, they weren’t hymns, but the forty or fifty people attending knew them and sang along. What a stark contrast to the high-tech marvel of the contemporary worship service that’s become popular. There was no band; no lights; no multimedia slide show. The preacher wasn’t a slicked up, mass marketed, ready-for-prime-time TV image; tossing out sound bites and clichés. He had a simple message, and he believed every word of it. He didn’t breathe fire and brimstone, in fact, he never raised his voice. He just told it to us the way God told it to him. The people that had come were more Folger’s than Starbucks. They weren’t dressed up. They were there with a purpose. They were there as if their lives depended on it. They were all business. The preacher began to minister in the Spirit to the people and asked for anyone who was sick to come forward. Sis sprang right up and I was right beside her. He told her he’d been praying and said he had seen her in the Spirit before she ever came forward. He leaned in close to her and said something I couldn’t hear, stepped back away from her and blew on her. She collapsed right to the floor ... slain in the spirit! He came to me, leaned in and said, “God says, ‘Don’t try to figure things out!’ “ He stepped back and blew on me. I kind of staggered a bit, but didn’t fall down, which isn’t surprising. There’s Sis, out front, leading the charge, and I’m kind of stumbling around over to the side ... typical. Later, when we left, I asked Sis, “What did the preacher say to you?” She told me, “He said, God wants to say something to you, He’s saying, ‘Be quiet, I’m working!’ “ Sis, who’s been coaching people for over 20 years, finally got a little coaching herself. <back