Silly me. I sat down to write a post chronicling some of the foolishness I’ve experienced while hanging out with friends. I thought I was going to be able to write one post about all the foolishness. That didn’t work. The post was never-ending! So I’ll give you one story at a time.
I was at a park. Looking at a statue. Trying to figure out the point of the statue. If there was something obvious I was missing. Something deep I didn’t get. I was about to give up on figuring it out.
Then suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a plaque. A plaque that named the sculptor (sculptors make statues, right? Or is there another name for a statue-maker?) and that I thought was going to explain the meaning of this statue.
I called my friend over to look at the plaque with me. As we’re reading it silently, contemplating the meaning of life, out of nowhere comes a man. An unassuming man. A weird man.
A conversation between the man and my friend ensues.
“How are you ladies doing today?”
“Good. Good. Well…I was just wondering….do you know Jesus?”
“Yup. We know him. Thanks.”
“Okay. I just wanted to make sure y’all were saved.”
“Yup. We’re good. Thanks.”
“Okay, good. I just wanted to make sure y’all didn’t go to Hell.”
“You know what? I think we’re good, sir. But thanks.”
“Okay. Wanna go out to eat sometime?”
“No, I don’t. I’m good.”
We promptly left that park. Still don’t know what that statue was all about.
Until next time…
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