I grew up in a little church. The church bulletin would have benefitted from a few good adventure stories.

As it was, it was all “Invocation” and “Scripture reading” and “Passing the plate” and “Sermon” and “Benediction”.  Nowhere in there did it say anything about “Once time, we were in the church bus, and I mean it was hot, and we were tired, and there was this big crowd off to the side of the highway.  It looked like a carnival or something, so we thought…”

I nodded off five minutes into either the sermons or the interminable prayers by one of the more florid and fervid deacons… a nice adventure tale would have kept me up a little longer.