Jason and I were talking about Shloma Rosenberg (AKA Cyclone, AKA Clay Keck) last night. His sudden passing was a surprise to me--so much so that I didn't believe it at first. You see, there was this one time when everything thought that Sholoma had died, but he hadn't.
So yesterday, I called his father to get the straight story, and he confirmed that Shloma had passed. There are no arrangements. Donations can be made to
Susan G. Komen. I have an address, if you want to send a card. Contact me if you want it.
What can be said about Shloma? He was a tall man, very tattooed, very pink, very opinionated, very smart. He had great taste in Indian food and make-up. His altar room was a thing of immense beauty. He was a fantastic story-teller.
He took his spirituality seriously. And that was no small task for someone with as many spiritual disciplines as Shloma had. He helped people, he treated his congregation like they were his family. He was a priest, in the truest sense of the word. I could see that, and we weren't even close. In that aspect, he was an example to be admired and imitated.
Today, I pray that he finds peace.