No days off purgatory for getting through this slab of Christian subculture twaddle. The worst thing about it comes at the end when you find out that you are not on the beach to ogle the crumpet but to praise God. Which I think is a bit bad mannered. I mean what we would we think if a coach load of children suddenly turned up in church on Sunday morning and started building sandcastles in the middle of the sanctuary. Although a couple of hunky lifeguards in speedos making an appearance would probably go down quite well in certain Episcopal places of worship.
I swear it sounds like they're singing "on the bitch."
ReplyDeleteYou're darn tootin' about the lifeguards!
ReplyDeleteNow, now, Fr. MadPriest - that's just nasty inflicting this upon your flock with no indulgence as compensation. If Consuella and I hadn't been able to laugh at Tracie's accurate observation above we'd have never survived.
ReplyDeleteWord verification is "baaloch" - undoubtedly the name of the wicked supernatural being responsible for this "music".