Re: What do you do to show the LOVE of CHRIST in you?
Sister, Widow Helen and I like to go just one step farther than this.
We go to the Town Council meetings and take full advantage of the Public Comment period.
You see, North Salem does not allow prayer to open or close the Council meetings. So, with our three minutes each, Widow Helen and I offer six minutes of praising the Lord, or of exhorting our neighbors to fight the Culture of Death (abortion/contraception), or simply describing just what it is homosexuals want to do to young boys and girls.
We've been doing it for months now, and it's always gone well! Last week, some jokester got up after us and prayed to Allah, asking that Allah turn the hearts and minds of the Council to him and bring them to institute Shariah law. Then came someone praying to Cthulhu, begging him to awaken and rise from the bottom of the sea and eat the people of North Salem first. Third was a Pastafarian, who yammered something unintelligible about stripper volcanoes and beer urinal cakes, and then some utter waste of oxygen who started praying to half a tuna salad sandwich. On whole wheat. With sprouts.
They thought they had the last laugh, but as they piled into their car in the parking lot and tried to drive away--oh, yes, they all came together, what a surprise--they found themselves suddenly boxed in by pickup trucks.
Widow Helen wasn't feeling well, so I had to walk her home and couldn't stay to help my neighbors witness to those four young men. But let me tell you, I could hear those boys crying out for Jesus to save them when we were only two blocks away!
A few days later, I ran into the sheriff and asked him what happened. He told me that those four boys met Jesus that night.
Glory!
Originally posted by Mary Etheldreda
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We go to the Town Council meetings and take full advantage of the Public Comment period.
You see, North Salem does not allow prayer to open or close the Council meetings. So, with our three minutes each, Widow Helen and I offer six minutes of praising the Lord, or of exhorting our neighbors to fight the Culture of Death (abortion/contraception), or simply describing just what it is homosexuals want to do to young boys and girls.
We've been doing it for months now, and it's always gone well! Last week, some jokester got up after us and prayed to Allah, asking that Allah turn the hearts and minds of the Council to him and bring them to institute Shariah law. Then came someone praying to Cthulhu, begging him to awaken and rise from the bottom of the sea and eat the people of North Salem first. Third was a Pastafarian, who yammered something unintelligible about stripper volcanoes and beer urinal cakes, and then some utter waste of oxygen who started praying to half a tuna salad sandwich. On whole wheat. With sprouts.
They thought they had the last laugh, but as they piled into their car in the parking lot and tried to drive away--oh, yes, they all came together, what a surprise--they found themselves suddenly boxed in by pickup trucks.
Widow Helen wasn't feeling well, so I had to walk her home and couldn't stay to help my neighbors witness to those four young men. But let me tell you, I could hear those boys crying out for Jesus to save them when we were only two blocks away!
A few days later, I ran into the sheriff and asked him what happened. He told me that those four boys met Jesus that night.
Glory!


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