Pass the Offering Plate to Yourself The metaphysics of the Divine are taught in a sanctuary to a congregation of one. How brilliant the shepherd, poet, warrior, king, lover David to imagine an ark that could be carried by priest and in each heart. No wonder he danced in Dervish ecstasy before the Lord naked as the robes of the people fell like rain as they joined in. Those who couldn't became Pharisees and Scribes and are among us still; the distinction always between the Living Word and words written in stone by the Divine whose acts of indulgences towards humankind is a history of koans and soft laughter at the logic of the mind trying to understand the heart of the Divine. Excuse me. worship is about to begin any time. remember this day.