“But Why Do You Like The Music?”

 

We celebrated Anna’s 18th birthday at the house yesterday. I gave her a Dollar General gift card, because she loves Dollar General. The candles are being saved for my mom for next year when she turns 81. Perfect timing there. 

Today we are doing inventory at a convenience store and started at 5:30 am. The shop manager had a Muslim prayer rug and did his prayers facing east when there were no customers in the store. This store also has the local Christian contemporary radio station KSBJ 89.3 on blast, and my dude knows most of the words to most of the songs. He’s been on his Jesus jam all morning long. Nothing wrong with liking the music of another religion. 

After I had my daughter, I had sort of a crisis of faith. But I still always listened to Christian radio and knew a lot of the lyrics. My ex husband used to get on my case. “Well if you don’t believe in it, why do you still like the music?”  

Because I’m allowed to, that’s why. If I was on speaking terms with him, I’d tell him about this manager. Singing all these songs and not missing a beat, while making sure he gets his prayer facing Mecca in.