You know … I thought I had arrived when I saw Charo up here in uptown. But today … today … I met The Lord.

Now I can’t promise that He will still be there should you go looking, but for those of you who have been looking for Him, He’s standing in the Argyle stop of the Chicago red line “L”.

I can’t tell you what He looks like, as I thought it improper to actually look upon Him. But I know it was Him because it was proclaimed in song as we walked past Him.

Unfortunately, He didn’t bring an angelic chorus along with Him so He had to sing it Himself: “Blessed be My name, Blessed be My name, I am The Lord”

While the message was inspiring, if I were Him-Incarnate, I would have … incarnated … with a better sense of pitch — but who says The Lord has to have a great singing voice?

He also could have done well with a heavenly-diction-coach, as he was mispronouncing the word “blessed”. Oh well…The Lord works in mysterious ways…although I’ve always wondered why. Perhaps I’ll ask Him on my way home.