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The Rooftop Party

My friend Nick invited a bunch of us to the roof of his apartment. It was a cool night, but it was awesome. I rode with my buddy--we'll call him Johnny Irish--and we ate beforehand. We chose burgers and pancakes. That'll play.

It was nice to see so many friends. As is my custom, songs mark the time. As soon as I got up there, this popped in. This version kicks the mess out of even the recorded version James finally did in 1991. If I may turn this into an official aside, James Taylor is a legend not only because he is a great songwriter who made his bones before I was born, but also because he is gifted with a certain profound musicality. Not just anyone can do cover songs for 25 years, and get away with it. But he understands music in its essence. Masters make the best improvisers.

I did what I always do: tell stories. I like to make people laugh. It's not a time for crying. I'd like to think I'm pretty funny. But here is a profound mystery: The funniest people know deep sorrow. Have you noticed this? There is something about living with suffering; it deepens joy; it gives joy a place to rest.

Golly, I feel compelled to note that I know many beautiful women! And food is good. Sun is good. So many good things come in life. You wonder if you are sufficiently detached, like the great saints, because you enjoy those gifts. I do not live for this world. That is true. Yet I cannot say that I am sour here; I am not an escapist.

If it is possible to be a "Christian hedonist" without landing in Hell, then that is what I am and aspire to be.

O Lord, thank you for these great gifts. I offer You my joy, hoping to find You there along the way to eternal life. Bless all who read this through Christ, who lives and reigns forever, Amen.

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