Fiddlesticks.

And some of them believed and consorted with Paul and Silas; and of the devout Greeks a great multitude, and of the chief women not a few.

But the Jews which believed not, moved with envy, took unto them certain lewd fellows of the baser sort, and gathered a company,

And when they found them not, they drew Jason and certain brethren unto the rulers of the city, crying, These that have turned the world upside down are come hither also. Acts 1-6

And about a jillion times a day, Laura and Charity and I smile broadly because we are so full of delight, and say in unison, “Who could make this up?” Pretty much all day long we marvel at Iraq and her unique beauty.

And I pretty much feel the same way about King James English, how something so ancient can seem so fresh and vibrant.

And how can I read about the new believers “consorting” and not think of my friend Mercurtio retorting to Tybalt: Consort? What, dost thou make us minstrels? And thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but discords. Here's my fiddlestick. Here's that will make you dance. Zounds, “consort”!

(And not picture each and every one of my most favorite sixth or seventh or eighth graders spitting out those very words, grasping a paint stirrer from Home Depot firmly in their fist?)

How about those that gathered against them in envy: certain lewd fellows of the baser sort? What clarity to describe against whom we battle, principalities and powers of greed and deceit and division?

And may I freely consort with those who courageously see, who do indeed believe, who in following the Jesus the Christ, turn the world upside down, dancing with joy against the tide of the baser sort.