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.
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.
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