'Ji' is not a word, but 'jo' is, at least according to the official Scrabble dictionary, 4th edition. Kirk learned this the hard way tonight, and while he sulked a little, he was mostly a good sport about it. Arcenia surprised us all with an early breakaway: 'quips' (which I later wanted to turn into 'equips' until I was cruelly blocked). Judy pulled up from behind with a last-minute bingo and took the game. It seemed fitting that this trump word was 'holiest'. Not that scrabble usually gets me thinking about deep spiritual issues, but the topic had come up in an earlier conversation, and I was already thinking about how I feel God's presence most keenly in moments that seem anything but religious. There's something about dancing my heart out til 3am at a club that feels a lot like worship and something about playing board games with good friends on a Wednesday evening that feels a lot like holiness. The boundary between the sacred and the profane is permeable, I think, and holiness seeps into all kinds of mundane moments.