a few weeks ago i sang my prayers over a friend at reed.
we happened to set up camp on a large rug in the chapel that has the reed griffin emblazoned on it. everywhere the griffin hangs out on products, there's usually these words written around it in a circle:
"communism. atheism. free love."
i loved singing to Jesus with and for and about my friend.
and i dug singing to Him on top of the insignia that usually houses the sentiment that reed does not embrace God, because there we were absolutely embracing him, weeping ourselves right up next to him.
it felt like a hefty and beautiful up yours to the whole shabang.
