John Mixon recently sent me a story that beautifully illustrates so much about
how we think about both the content and practice of spirituality. I'm certain it is
not politically correct but most of Jesus stories weren't either.
Boudreaux was driving down the street in Breaux Bridge in a sweat because he
had an important meeting and couldn't find a parking place. Looking up toward
heaven, he said "Lord, take some pity on me. If you find me a parkin' place, I'll go
to Mass every Sunday fo de ress of my life and give up drinking beer and chasin'
wimmen." Miraculously, a parking place appeared. Boudreaux looked up again,
and said, "Never mind, I found one."