You know how good saints (and those pretending to be one) are supposed to invite their neighbors and friends to come to church? Well tonight I broke from Baptist tradition and did an utterly unthinkable deed where I actually kicked someone right out of my church! It’s true!!! But, in my humble defense, what I did was really a public service and should be viewed as such. And besides it was plain to see that this rascal had no business being there in the first place. So can I really be blamed for the Holy Spirit coming upon me and inspiring me to show him the door? I should think not. Wednesday evening services in a small country church are dull and stuffy affairs and have been for time immemorial. Wednesday evenings inside a Baptist church would surely convince anyone that not only is purgatory real but it even has an address and four walls. Hardly anything ever happens midweek inside a Baptist church…. at least until tonight!
I wasn’t looking for any trouble but there set trouble himself right in the middle of the aisle for all to see and trotting around liked he owned the place. Ohhh…. maybe now is as good a time as any to tell you he was a cricket? A big healthy one too. But don’t carry on about that little detail because him being a cricket is only a minor point and worth forgettin’ because it’s the rest of this tale you would probably rather hear anyway. Like all crickets he was a quick and wily fellow to nab and I sure wanted to catch him before he got himself some religion. Heck, I almost had to go pentacostal on that little fella he was so determined (to the delight of the preacher and fellow members) as he stayed one jump ahead of me. I could hear them all snickering at my trying to get him and I was about to worry they were all going to start rooting for the cricket. But after a minute I finally managed to scoop that little hell raising hopper into my hands without making an icky squishy mess on the carpet from which I then flung him out in the cold night where he cussed me all the way.
Now that that little fiasco is finished I should really do something about those pesky house flies buzzing around. Surely the business committee would trust me with a fly swatter.