Going . . . going . . . gone: the Dolly Mama’s Guide to Spirituality

The office as we know it is likely gone. Why office when you can zoom?

School as we know it is likely gone. Why drive to school when you can plug into it?

Worship as we know it is likely gone. When small congregations figure out how to worship with the bigger ones, the ones with the good equipment, church buildings and temples will likely become the true museums most of them already are.

The handshake has passed. The elbow is in. Shopping is likely gone. Amazon’s delivery deviltry was already in charge of the future. Flying is out, hotels are out, vacations are out. Walks in the park are in.

The outer world is going and the inner world is taking hold. This shift is the best news there could possibly be — since externals had long been beating internals, 12–1. Lions 12, Christians 1 is the other way to count.

The individual is going, and the collective is prevailing. Queen Corona knows nothing about class or race and we won’t have enough time to teach her. We may even find a silver lining in what was previously understood as the higher horseshit: we are all one. We are not individuals but members, one another. E pluribus Unum. With liberty and justice for all.