Well, it’s that time of year again when the hoards come to this page looking for the Josh Groban presale code.

Here is what I know:

A.  If you belong to the Josh Groban fan club, you will get a personalized code and will be able to pay 250 dollars for a VIP package that gets you within a mile of Josh and some sort of laminated commerative card.  This is not worth it.  Do not spend the money. Alternatively, you can buy regular tickets and enter to win front row seats.  In either case, log on to FOJG at 10am and click on the “Tour” link.  I don’t know how that works either.  Maybe all of us would do better to just watch the man on DVD from now on.

B.  If Josh Groban’s other web site is having a presale, go to the “Tour” link (early, because the site will probably crash right away, as will the fan club page, actually) and click on your venue site to access tickets.  The code is probably “AWAKE.”

C.  This is the end of what I know.

In other news, I have a modern retelling of the parable of the lost sheep.  In the original, Jesus tells of a Good Shepherd who was leading his flock home.  He noticed that one little lamb was missing.  He left the flock to search for that one.  Well, yesterday I was leading my stacks of reports home from the office in which they are printed.  I was pushing my dolly with boxes of papers down the street and a gale force wind came out of nowhere to knock the lid of the top box off and lift many reports into the air.  I struggled to reach the lid which had blown far away, when fortunately a passer-by (a Good Samaritan, one might say) handed it to me.  Then I was faced when a difficult decision.  Do I leave my flock and retrieve the lost few?  Or do I continue on home to pasture cutting my loses?  WWJD?

If you answered that Jesus would run out into busy Commonwealth Avenue flailing his arms like an idiot, frantically snatching at little pieces of pink paper, then you and I could totally hang out at church coffee hour. 

I only lost one sheep, who was shredded underneath the tires of a Mac truck. 

The moral of this story, Josh Groban people, is that you really shouldn’t come here looking for advice.  Because I’m not exactly known for my wisdom.  Nonetheless, I’m totally using this in a sermon.