Friday, January 17, 2020
Sister Humphry's Last Talk
Cue one fainting bishop in three, two...
In a denomination without paid clergy, the congregation is expected to pick up some of the slack. Normally this isn't a problem, but every now and then you get a Sunday speaker who is... of lesser quality. This ranges from the ones who can't read their own notes, to the ones who go on wild tangents, to the ones who describe at length bizarre metaphors that make the bishop squirm. To date, I've never heard tales of any quite as blatantly bad as this one. I pray it stays that way.
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