God on a Barstool
Aug 23, 2017 · 1 min read

Never comfortable in a pew.
Not great at hail Mary’s.
I’ve never been full of grace.
Went looking for God in low places.
Found him on a barstool in a dive bar.
Dusty bottles, half-dimmed lights, spewing wisdom.
I am here to be heard.
He is here to listen.
With each round, I unburden myself.
No judgment. Finally, someone full of grace.
Soon, I will be through.
With a thunderous clap, he speaks truer words than I’ve ever heard.
Now, I feel forgiven;
Washed of my sins.
Finally, redeemed after an evening of drinking.
Born again with God on a barstool.
Be good to each other,
-Nathan
