Belly up to the altar, boys!

Sorry for the long time in-between posts. Misty's dad is in the final stages of his long and fierce fight with cancer. Unless Jesus intervenes, he will not last long. All the more reason to see the futility and silly-ness of some of these Christianese things. Take these shot glasses, for instance. Want your alcoholic brother to see Jesus? Pour him another drink!

Reminds me of a news story I saw the other day about a guy that saw Jesus in his grilled cheese sandwich. He's selling it on ebay.
Keep up the comments. I really enjoy them. If you're wondering, I'm still doing the vegetarian thing. Mostly good. I did have a bite of chicken at an Indian restaurant in Wichita last week. Does that count?