Zechariah was not a bullfrog---that was Jeremiah---but he was an unflappable freak prone to visions, oracles, and winged women---always being awoken by angels and visited by Jesus-like guys on horses carrying measuring tape to---what else---measure Jerusalem with. Is it a stretch to say that he reminds me of the third grader who gets to hang out with the fifth graders at recess one generous day and to whom all doors of possibility are suddenly open---who is exultant for at least a day or two on the coolness of that experience? Zechariah experts, if you are out there reading this, please do not answer.
So through the tangled summer of 2014, Zechariah followed me like that elated little third grader who I kept trying to ditch. Unaware of my cool disinterest, he persisted delightfully and so one day, exasperated ok ok OK! I finally put down my cell phone and tried to listen to him. Click here (or image above) to read what came of it.