Professor Poetry Hound
Burn A Row House For Christ - Poem by Professor Poetry Hound
Our congregation is having problems with some very
annoying neighbors. They’re always complaining that
we take up all the parking spots on Sunday. We tell
them we need those spots for people coming to
church for spiritual rejuvenation. After all, we’re
doing the Lord’s bidding, unlike them. Why can’t
they sacrifice their parking spots for a few hours?
Jesus sacrificed a lot more than that.
Speaking of Jesus, I know he’s on our side. But I wish
he would get off his duff and do something about
these bothersome neighbors. They’re all heathen
sinners anyway, so it’s not like it would be a big deal
if their houses burned down. I think our church
maintenance staff must have some kerosene lying
around. We could just tell the police that the fires
were the will of God.
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