You get dressed up in ya Sunday suit looking cute, roll a blunt, smoke it, spray yourself with air freshener and put gum in your mouth to hide the smell, head out the door, pull up at the church house, jump in the Choir Stands (high as a kite!) to sing praises while secretly giving eye signals to your weed dealer who also happens to be your Choir Director, to meet you behind the church building to make a drug transaction after service is over. You arrive home later on with a holy mind after getting your flesh patted and your ears tickled and now feel led to call the family together for prayer. You use big words with your extremely long prayer demanding God give you wealth and prosperity(like He promised you wealth or owes you something), repentance is not mentioned one time nor is holiness or obedience, then when your finally done with your lip service, you pull another blunt out of nowhere and excuse yourself to go light up. And you got the nerve to demand God to give you financial prosperity? And I should stay quiet because you dont want to be corrected? Truth is stranger than Fiction! Best selling authors cant make stuff like this up. Let me get far away from you before lightening bolts start coming down out of the sky!
Posted on: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 12:48:02 +0000
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