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Years ago when I was a pre teen. There was a store front church in a row of  businesses. The actual church was at the second floor level with a large plate glass window while the street level stores were about 5 steps down with a large plate glass window. As we roamed our neighborhood we would visit the various stores for mischief and sometimes for legitimate reasons. What attracted us to the church was the sounds coming from the piano, the tune had a basic beat that repeated  the same chords over and over. Our first approach was to stand outside the door and  be boys but after being invited in to the services we quickly became “members” joining in the musical repertoire and enjoying the food that was always available. A couple of our group were adept at playing “spoons” so became adjunct players. This became a destination for a long as the novelty of food and the lovely grand daughter was there but afer a time the holy scene became a bore and returned to our own devices once more. One song that the pastor played has these lyrics:” you’ve got to move, you’ve got to move, when the lord gets ready you’ve got to move, some of you people need to hurry up, cause when the lord gets ready you’ve got to move”. This reflection caused me to compare our Congress  to that song, in that we could be considered the “lord” and they have got to move. Move into doing the job they were hired to do.