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I realize Miami is not in New Jersey but I’m here at the week-long Miami Music Festival so there.
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This non-stop international DJ fest is the last place I would expect to find Jesus but hey, he always does show up in the most unlikely of places.
As I scoped the uber-trendy rooftop party at the ultra-cool Ganvesort South…it was the usual seen and be seen scene. Mr. DJ was doing his thing and then I heard it: (thump, thump, thump) For Father, Son and Holy Ghost (thump, thump, thump) For Father, Son and Holy Ghost…What do you know? The Trinity was in the house!
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Then it was off to downtown for the White Room party. As the cab pulled off Exit 1, I felt right at home. There, DJ Roy Davis Jr. was spinning, To my God who was Crucified, and I was starting to believe in the whole God is a DJ thing.
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Next on the turntables (well, they use computers these days) was Todd Edwards spinning, Face to Face. The musical encounter of his meeting, well, who else? Jesus.
I guess all the religion was a bit much for the Miami police as they pulled the plug (literally) at 3:30am for a local noise violation.
Luke 19:40
"I tell you," he replied, "if they keep quiet, the stones will cry out."