I’m going to relate a texting conversation I had with a friend this weekend. I am not going to use her name, not to protect the innocent, but because I am too lazy to ask for her permission.
Her: I’m in church wish you were here.
Me: Sorry to say, but I am glad that I am not.
Her: I’m just messing with you, our pastor today told us to text someone and tell them we were in church. Because I’m a smart ass I text the atheist. Lol
Me: If I believed in hell, I’d say you would be going there
I could actually see her laughing as she said the smart-ass comment. I seem to have surrounded myself with people who have the save warped sense of humor I have, and this is not a bad thing. There are people I consider my closest friends, and it’s nice to know that there are people in the world as crazy as myself. People who understand my sarcasm, individuals who actually get the Monty Python quotes I sometimes use. The obscure references I sometimes make.
I know that these are the people I want to hang around with. I know that they won’t judge me, just as I would never judge them.
Us crazies have got to stick together.
And what pastor would tell people to text in the middle of a service?