Evangelism in the Jurassic Age

This is the meeting of the people who believe.
I'm in a sales conference.
We're hearing about one minute managers.
We're hearing about saving your dollars
saving your company.
Left side versus right side of your brain.
Saving your brain
saving your soul
saving graces and saving's and loans,
but what we're not hearing is how we all got here.
How this sales conference became the church of jesus h
christ
and the latter day saints of real estate and commerce
We're not hearing how rocking behavior
relates to the bobbing of our heads.
Yes
yes
my company could make a million if I could tap into
the potential of Diane Ackerman and natural history.
The dragons of eden somehow figure into the
struggle of art versus commerce
and I'm nodding now.
Yes
yes
I fully understand.
Its all clear.
Amen brothers and sisters.
I don't need that Cadillac.
I don't need that house in the suburbs.
I don't need the debt
the status
the clear statement of what I am and how I got here.
Brothers there is more to life
than just the sale.
There is something out there.
The dinosaurs raised themselves out of the muck
and the mire and vanished in the sink of history,
in the vast hole of the left side of our brains,
of the left side of the universe, the side we can never see,
the side of the moon turned forever from our gaze
the sale we can never make, the contact
always a phone call away; unreturned, the appointment
always postponed, the contract was just closed,
the black woman in accounting just doesn't like us.
Brothers
Sisters
I'm telling you the lord does not understand the sale.
The lord does not know about the
dark side of planetary objects.
The lord does not know about our left brains.
The lord has never claimed the dinosaur as his own.
The dinosaur raised his head out of the sea,
walked the earth and the lord says
I do not know this beast.
I do not acknowledge this misfit.
So it is with us.
We are all lost in the swamp of our brain.
We are all driving Cadillacs
in a world of 25 mile speed zones.
We are all stupid unclaimed bastards.
Join me brothers.
Join me sisters.
Hold my hand and nod to a quiet hymn of desperation:
Father in heaven we beseech thee
reach out and touch us.
Grant us a sale today.
Hold your hand out.
Grant us benediction.
Lead us out of muck
and into dollars.
We are rocking father
we are nodding in the cold.
Help us father.
Name us as your children.
Make us money!