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Bonnets, Bunnies, and other Baloney
Sometimes I really wonder why I continue to live in godless New York. All I heard about at church this morning was how lovely Sister So and So's hat was, how amazing Brother So and So's suit was, and whose children had the largest baskets waiting on them when they woke up this morning. I wanted to shout out, "Hey - what about JESUS?" And so I did.
Yep. I shouted it out. And you know what happened? I got angry, evil stares. Granted, my timing wasn't great. Little Lucy Mae Lukens of the upper east side was singing "Jesus Brings me Sunshine Each Day," while a group of other kiddies was dancing around her dressed up in little sun outfits. She sang the line, "I know the bunny will not forget me as I go along my way, and Jesus brings me ..." and I stood up and pointed at her and said, "HEY! WHAT ABOUT JESUS?" and she started to cry and her mom walked over to me and asked me to leave. Her mom is the pastor's cousin. So as I am walking down 5th avenue, I see all the bonnets and kids with baskets of candy, and I lift my eyes to Heaven and I thank Him for His love and temporary sacrifice.
And now I have to find a new church. Not so easy in this heathen town. Maybe I'll try New Jersey - somewhere on the train route. I'd try Greenwich, CT, but everyone drives Rolls and Beemers and Bentleys - you know, kind of like Zeke. Not that it's a bad thing.
Pray for me, people. This hasn't been a happy Resurrection Day for me.
COME, Lord Jesus!
BrotherLarry
Yep. I shouted it out. And you know what happened? I got angry, evil stares. Granted, my timing wasn't great. Little Lucy Mae Lukens of the upper east side was singing "Jesus Brings me Sunshine Each Day," while a group of other kiddies was dancing around her dressed up in little sun outfits. She sang the line, "I know the bunny will not forget me as I go along my way, and Jesus brings me ..." and I stood up and pointed at her and said, "HEY! WHAT ABOUT JESUS?" and she started to cry and her mom walked over to me and asked me to leave. Her mom is the pastor's cousin. So as I am walking down 5th avenue, I see all the bonnets and kids with baskets of candy, and I lift my eyes to Heaven and I thank Him for His love and temporary sacrifice.
And now I have to find a new church. Not so easy in this heathen town. Maybe I'll try New Jersey - somewhere on the train route. I'd try Greenwich, CT, but everyone drives Rolls and Beemers and Bentleys - you know, kind of like Zeke. Not that it's a bad thing.
Pray for me, people. This hasn't been a happy Resurrection Day for me.
COME, Lord Jesus!
BrotherLarry
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