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.
“Lord, please don’t burn us,
Don’t grill us or toast your flock,
Don’t put us on a barbecue,
Or simmer us in stock,
Don’t braise or bake or boil us,
Or stir-fry us in a wok.
Oh please don’t lightly poach us,
Or baste us with hot fat,
Don’t fricassee or roast us,
Or boil us in a vat,
And please don’t stick thy servants, Lord,
In a Rotissomat.”
-Monty Python
And thus came the great “smiting”, and the Lord imbued us with the His fury to strike down the Devil’s own Lawyer. And the police saw that it was good.
Chase R Ambule’s luck is holding (it’s usually bad)… hehehe.
Yes, I think the students smited him. And he deserved it.
“Whatever you do,” cried Brer Rabbit, “Don’t throw me into the briar patch”
I like he did NOT offer the grammatically correct, “smote”.
Chase deserved a good smiting. That would go great in the church bulletin.
Fern Gully much?