I had a dream some time last week that I had forgotten until this morning when I was teaching a class, and it seemed relevant at the time. The Geico Gecko-- you know, that little lizard that speaks with an Oxford accent in Geico ads-- was wearing a suit in church, stand behindthe podiu, and began singing, Blessed insurance-- Geico is mine! I like my poker, my Stogies and wine...." This was not the first time I had a dream in which 'church music' was something... well, besides that. When I was a kid, about 9 or 10, I remembered the Jack LaLanne Show on teleivision and how he ended his exercise show by singing his version of "Good Night, Laides"-- Good bye, ladies... goodbye, boys and girls.... goodbye, everyone; it's time to say goodbye. Happily we exercise-- exercise-- exercise-- happily we exercise... it's time--to--say-- goood-byye!" I dreamed I was in church, and the choir, in their blue robes, came out and started singing that second line. And really, it's not entirely unfitting-- worship is an exercise (ain't it?). Am I the only one who ever dreamed of church music in a silly context? Probably not.... ?