What's God Got To Do With It?

I live behind a Mexican Catholic church.

Their patron Saint is Saint Sebastian....

depicted as a guy tied up on a pole, 

pierced by a dozen or so arrows. It would

seem he had it even worse than Jesus,

though, I don't know if he gets more points

for that. 

They're having a benefit concert for the 

church, a kind of dance party, charging

a decent fee. It's preceded, like everything

Mexican church, with lots of loud explosions,

ariel bombs. They placed fifteen feet high

slats in front of the iron fence, so that folks

couldn't watch the show from the street.

Why, I have no idea. If they'd blocked out 

the sound, that would have been great, 

because that would mean I'd be able to get

some sleep tonight. As long as I can hear 

the music, I'll be dancing in the street, 

because, unless they have strippers, I don't

really care what the band looks like. I really

don't understand how having the slats up is

going to entice more people to pay the fee

and come into the church grounds. Maybe

they reason, like all things church, that, if it

seems somehow forbidden, more people

will be tempted to do it...which, to me, seems

to go against the basic principles of church,

but also means that they are fully aware of 

the business that they are in. And what any 

of this has has to do with God in the first

place is beyond me.