I think the message on the local Southern Baptist Church's marquee this morning was the most outrageous (in every sense of that word) one yet:

"To God...My Best Is Like Rotting Garbage."

I can't even snark something that twisted.  Seriously; that is so many kinds of wrong that it deserves a moment of silent contemplation.

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I'm not sure who is sicker: the person who in all good conscience preaches such bile, or the seeker who in all good faith believes it.