This reminds me that I heard Martin Luther King give a speech at Temple Sholem on Lake Shore Drive in Chicago. It was the most meaningful and spiritual "preaching" I'd ever heard there. It was a reformed temple and there was a chorus with a wondeful black contralto we loved to listen to there. (There was no cantor---just the choral director who had a fine voice. He'd fathered an illegitimate child---and one day he just wan't there any more.)

One day I asked the rabbi where God was. He told me that God resided in an everlasting light above the pulpit. The next week I saw them change God's bulb. (It only took one person to do that---on a very tall ladder.) That was possibly and probably my first lesson in atheism. I'd been trying to resolve my father's death when I was 5 years old--although the conversation was at least 6 years after that. I'd been told, "God needs him more than we do; that is why He took him."

In that light, I submit "Plastic Jesus" as my suggested spiritual song from that era. Of course, I'm being facetous and truthful at the same time. But there wasn't much spiritual about the 60s that I ever noticed---except possibly my old and dear friends George and Gerry Armstrong singing "Simple Gifts"!

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