Humor: Starting My Own Cult

You can’t take me seriously on this one.
When I am out riding through the countryside, sometimes I get bored and steer my bicycle into the cityscape. There are lots of little side roads, back streets and alleys to explore.
Consider also that I spend a lot of time praying and contemplating, to the point I won’t bother to define the difference. It’s how I stay sane, so humor me. As I walk, ride or whatever activity which leaves my mind somewhat idle, I am talking to God and to myself, and it all blends in and out of full consciousness.
I passed by a nice old glass fronted building, which I believe was originally a car dealership a few decades ago. It’s held many different endeavors since then, none long successful. The last occupant was a collection of so-called antique dealers, folks who sold collectibles and such. This is not a good economy for that.
So I pedaled past and in the swirling fog of my numerous thoughts out popped the statement: “Lord, I need that for my new church building!” I envisioned a sign reading, “Your Local Generic Church” because any existing institutional denomination would be aghast at what I believe.
Besides, I no longer regard myself clergy, per se, but administrator and teacher. That I consider myself a prophet is another matter entirely; it’s not a church office in my mind. But I would grandly fail as a cult leader because I don’t want people dependent on me, I am not motivated by money and property, and I don’t take myself seriously. I just like to write and talk, and otherwise make noise. And I’m willing to speak to empty rooms.
So after announcing that out loud — nobody was near enough to hear me chattering to God or myself — I rode on laughing. That building will await the next entrepreneur, or be knocked down so the land can be used for some other purpose. If you are dying to see it, perhaps you can catch a glimpse of it from a few years back on Google Maps or Google Earth on the street view function. It’s around 8913 SE 29th, Midwest City, OK.
More likely I’ll end up in the FEMA camp which rumor has it will be built just a bit west of there on the land Tinker AFB bought up and fenced off as a training area. I guess they got tired of the tort claims from aircraft crashing among the houses there just off the north end of the runway. It used to be called Glenwood Community. The objective of my ride was to hug the fence line and take a fresh look at the area. Up on the north side of that fenced area, where the old railroad track beds remain nestled among new municipal buildings, looks just like a hobo hotel among the thick trees. Nobody there during this time of year, but lots of evidence from previous occupation.
Not much accounting for what drifts through my head on those long rides.