Last week I was awakened at 4 a.m. by a schizophrenic beneath my 3rd-floor bedroom window alternately praising God and speaking in tongues at full voice until his throat gave out around 9:00.

Last night one of the storefront churches in downtown Chester is conducting a revival. I was awakened at 1 a.m. by a rousing sermon from a preacher, at 2 a.m. by a songstress in Aretha Franklinesque full throat, and at 5 a.m. by another preacher reaching the crescendo of his sermon. Yep, 5 a.m.

OMG, I see a light. Small, but coming at me fast like a train down a long dark tunnel. Is this a miracle following my two latest religious encounters? Yesss… dawn.

It is said God moves in mysterious ways. I just wish He moved a little earlier in the evening.