Snap . . . Crackle . . . Pop !

ok . . . for the past 6 weeks maybe, I've been doing the chiropractor thing. I've never been real keen on someone cracking my neck or bones to be honest. Years ago, when I tried it, I recall laying there . . . anticipating the doom . . . and then "SNAP . . . CRACKLE . . . POP . . . " , it went. Now, once he got done, he'd smile at me a bit and act like it was a miracle worker. But I would lay there and try , very sheepishly to wiggle my toes . . . "am I paralyzed??", I would be thinking . . . and once the sensation of total paralysis would leave , I would regain my composure and strut out with the - "I've just been adjusted" swagger.

But fast forwarding to today, technology has developed the "PRO ADJUSTOR" . . . this computer driven apparatus that "punches" with tiny precision the adjustment to the needed area . Well, needless to say, I tried it for several weeks but to no avail . . . I wasn't healing . . . so, with a frustrated snort, the doc asked me to move to the adjustment table . . . terror and sweat began to emerge . . . I'm thinking "oh dear jesus, please , ok, I'll do the whole native missionary thing, IF I CAN WALK OUT OF HERE" . . .. snap , crackle and pop . . .

and there was immediate relief . . . yep, the pain in the neck subsided immediately . . . "whoa" I thought . . . and now , I almost hope that he cracks me a good one when I go . . .

but it gets me to thinking . . .

what happens when there's a slip in my soul??

aw, man . . . I can feel it these days . . . something is not in alignment inside me . . . and yet I fearfully approach the creator , even more gingerly than the chiro dude . . .

modern technics don't really help me inside . . .

when I try to talk to friends . . . I get blank stares . . .

but my insides ache . . .

and, when He's done, will i be able to walk out of here . . .