Brandon recognized the man at the podium. He tried to reach an understanding about the readings of the scriptures. The man began at the beginning and Brandon got a little antsy in his pew. "In the beginning..." the lay leader began. Brandon thought that maybe his dream would take him from Genesis to Revelation and he almost panicked. He thought that just waking up was an option out- but he wanted to stay around for Father Dan's Homily. He listened, and he thought about how God created from nothing. Brandon thought that as he walked through the cold Denver night that creating anything from nothing was just the trick for him. But how? Writer's block and a head full of tunes is a terrible combination and he needed to hear meaningful, substantial, word count, volume, story line and rhyme to get through the recording project. Then he started thinking of his critics.
"Brandon McKirdy cam home to work on a new recording project, his first studio CD in eight years." Brandon thought of the starts, the re-starts, the blocks, and the obstacles and the critics were not at all helpful. "It has been longer than 8 years since McKirdy gave us anything to sing about," one reviewer said. Another said it was hard to remember the melodies of older McKirdy songs and that it may be good to reissue songs rather than play the new CD. Brandon hated the chorus of critics who wanted him to be "the next Dylan," a comparison of certain career and artistic failure for anyone.
The man who was reading looked up as he finished the Old Testament and now he was looking for Brandon to sing a responsive Psalm.
" Within my heart, my wicked heart, God can you start to make it better? The sinful take their shots at you oh Lord!
Within this mind, I've been unkind to all I see and I need you to change me- within this heart.
The way I think-in what I am. For in my own eyes can I start to get past my past? The words of my mouth, are often deceitful-I plan my evil- within my heart.
But your love O Lord reaches to the heavens. Your faithfulness to the skies. Your righteousness is like the mighty mountains, your justice rings inside me-so deep.
(Psalm 36)
Brandon sang the verse as Father Dan reached the podium. He was a larger than life figure for Brandon. His influence reached him and it was Father Dan who ever seemed to give up on Brandon. Sometimes Brandon wished he would. His prayers had a way of reaching the subject of the prayer like a Marine who was giving a bear hug! Brandon could not really understand why this private Mass was being said and sung for him. It was just unreal to be in the center. "It has to be a dream," Brandon thought.
Then Father Dan spoke in this kind of phony Bostonian, Kennedy-esque accent.
"The Lord be with you" Brandon answers" And also with you"
A reading from the Gospel according to Luke.
Glory to you , Lord. Brandon made a small sign of the cross on his forehead, lips and heart. He found out that meant that the gospel would make a difference in what he thought, what he said, and in his heart. It was amazing hat he remembered about the Mass. It still spoke to him even after being away for so long.