Jesus saw that one, and he thinks you're idiot too.
Yet another in my series of "Be glad you did not do this shit" which sadly enough seems to be a very frequent thing to write about.
I stepped outside the house and saw an salmon colored flier taped to the door proclaiming "The 'First Congregational United Church of Christ' Neighborhood Rummage Sale." First off, why do churches always need long boring names? With six words in the name, you'd think they could make it sound really fantastic, instead of somehow making it sound exactly like every other Christian church on the planet. I crumpled the flier up, and threw it on the ground. Then I looked up, and there was the guy who put it there. Standing about five feet away.
This was not some teenager who got paid four bucks to post these things all over town like a pizzeria advertisement, this is a sixty-five year-old man volunteering his Sunday to help his church. He looks at me, looks down at the flier, then back at me.
"Uh... I uh.... I like Jesus. I just... uh... I don't like Rummage sales."
That saved it. Good job Brian. (pat on the back)
Great way to start the day.
I went inside an read the flier out of guilt, and it turns out it's one of three or four Christian churches that openly welcomes people of any sexual orientation. Great. Good call man. Piss off the one Church in town that's trying to be cool. There are private dumb moments, and then there are dumb moments which, because of their circumstances, you know that if there is a God, he was watching, shaking his head, and making note to make an example of you for some future hymn.
I stepped outside the house and saw an salmon colored flier taped to the door proclaiming "The 'First Congregational United Church of Christ' Neighborhood Rummage Sale." First off, why do churches always need long boring names? With six words in the name, you'd think they could make it sound really fantastic, instead of somehow making it sound exactly like every other Christian church on the planet. I crumpled the flier up, and threw it on the ground. Then I looked up, and there was the guy who put it there. Standing about five feet away.
This was not some teenager who got paid four bucks to post these things all over town like a pizzeria advertisement, this is a sixty-five year-old man volunteering his Sunday to help his church. He looks at me, looks down at the flier, then back at me.
"Uh... I uh.... I like Jesus. I just... uh... I don't like Rummage sales."
That saved it. Good job Brian. (pat on the back)
Great way to start the day.
I went inside an read the flier out of guilt, and it turns out it's one of three or four Christian churches that openly welcomes people of any sexual orientation. Great. Good call man. Piss off the one Church in town that's trying to be cool. There are private dumb moments, and then there are dumb moments which, because of their circumstances, you know that if there is a God, he was watching, shaking his head, and making note to make an example of you for some future hymn.