I guess God knows what I would be doing with my winnings — even though I don’t know myself — which explains why I don’t win.  I think.  They say that money can’t buy happiness, but Pastor Crabbe (no pun intended) seems to be quite elated.  I wonder if the offerings will start going down.

Who knew?  Some conservative talk show hosts called it a stupid move.  A death wish.  Evangelical leaders exclaimed, “Praise Jesus!” and “Get out the vote!”  Now it’s looking like a shrewd move. 

Sorry about that.  Enjoyed weeklong visit with Nashville daughter, along with cutest baby in Nashville, little John.  Rebuilt 36 foot front porch with lots of help from two daughters, son-in-law and grandsons.  Great fun, but exhausting for the old man.  Back to resting and writing.  Amen.

If 40 straight days of prayer isn’t enough, how about topping it off with 40 straight hours?  I have trouble concentrating in prayer for 40 straight minutes.  But that’s just me.

“Let’s be honest:  Religion has been used and abused by politics.”  No kidding.  Republicans pander to them.  Democrats tolerate them.  Maybe it’s time for some Jesus at the convention.

Evolving.  Seems like a harmless word.  Until you add monkeys, Neanderthals and us.  Out goes prayer in schools.  In comes mandatory teaching on evolution.  When will Christians get a break?

Pews, prayer books and psalters.  It’s not your grandpa’s church anymore.  The entertainment age meets declining attendance.  What’s a pastor to do?

The Mrs. says he’s “not an evil man.”  Let’s see.  Fake cancer.  Money-making hit song on his fake cancer.  Plentiful porn.  Sounds evil to me.  The good news is that God does some of his best work exposing evil, then fixing it.

The fur has hit the fan.  For those that don’t know, ermine is weasel, but weasel-trimmed clothing just doesn’t have that snooty ring to it.  Where’s Bob Barker when you need him?