If you know me, you know I love the real live preacher. This guy says all the stuff I want to say but am neither suave nor versed enough to do so. Today’s post is some Certified Prime Grade A stuff:
What if I walked into your church and fully half the congregants mouthed, “Oh shit?” What if I was wild and wooly, unshaven and with a scary look in my eyes? What if I had a bible in one hand and a beer in the other? What if my breath stank of grasshoppers and my chin dripped honey? What if children ran to their parents and said they saw the preacher behind the church, cussing and eating dirt?
Do you want a crazy man in your pulpit? [more…]