Tee hee hee, the Story has a Story planned for you. Rough mornings, rude meetings, bad days, and rotten weeks, the Story has orchestrated each and every one. Ask yourself: why does the Story demand such punishment? Will it ever relent? Then answer yourself with a giddy, shrieking: NO. Invocation Psalm: “Rocks, Rocks, Rocks” Liturgical Reading: “New York City Girl” The Secret Words of the Story Next week, oh next week, the Story will replace us again, and goo us up with unruly truth.