Years ago I approached an intersection and I saw a guy on a motorcycle wearing shorts and sandals. I thought to myself....look at that idiot. As I got closer I recognized him as my Pastor. Oh well. Reminds me to keep my thoughts less harsh. I was the one who got him interested enough to buy that bike.
So when your pastor is laying in the hospital with road rash from head to toe, it's going to be you that the parish blames
