Funny in Church

Whittier Christian High School

noreply@blogger.com (MyLife's Satire) — Wed, 07 May 2008 05:32:00 +0000

Growing up in Los Angeles county during the 90's meant driving though good and bad neighborhoods with a common theme. No matter what kind of socioeconomic standing the homeowners managed to achieve, it seemed like every telephone pole was a victim of graffiti.

In some of the better neighborhoods public officials are quick to paint over the graffiti, however they never seem to be able to match the previous paint color exactly. This sends the message to taggers: "Here is a great place to practice tagging!" If you mess up, just wait a few day, and you will have a fresh new canvas.

Gang activity was a problem to be sure, but I was one of those kids who believed everything others told me. For example, a friend informed me that on the first day of public high school someone will come up and ask "Where you from?" This does not mean they wanted to know where you were born or what ethnicity you happen to be, but rather what gang you are affiliated with. Also, if you say "none," they will immediately force you to join their gang, or kill you on the spot.

I later learned this is not how gang members recruit, but it was a little too late. My fear of impending doom led me to beg my parents to send me Whittier Christian. This was a private Christian school 30 minutes away. Looking back, I realize what a huge sacrifice it was for them to put me into a school where the tuition rivaled that of my undergrad college. But it was a small price to pay not to get stabbed in the side on the way to biology.

Daker

noreply@blogger.com (MyLife's Satire) — Sat, 03 May 2008 23:23:00 +0000

I'm not sure if this was meant to be funny, but this video is great! The first act, and intro is a little mundane...but it's short so be patient. The guy is awesome.

I got this video off YouTube from Beonkey

Don't Ask Me to Help You Move, Unless You Want Stuff Broken

noreply@blogger.com (MyLife's Satire) — Fri, 02 May 2008 15:32:00 +0000

In a previous post about helping a friend move a television set, you may have noted some anxiety on my part. This is because I have a pretty bad reputation when it comes to moving things. When a friend asked us to help her move out, we managed to break 2 items in a single day. First by resting a new TV on a couch, only to watch it topple straight onto the floor with a crunch. Then forgetting to tape/hold the drawers of a new dresser in, so that when we tilted out of the van they all came spewing out, shattering into pieces. Thank God for Gorilla Glue.

The friend who asked us to help her move out, did not call us when she moved in to her new place.

My all time favorite mover's moment happened during a Purging of the church education wing. We were reorganizing rooms for new programs and needed to get rid of our junk for Jesus.

At the end of the day we were tired, and most of my help had disappeared leaving me, and another lady on Staff. The education wing is on the second floor, which requires us to carry things down a long flight of stairs. Rather than expending useless energy we decided that we would simply hurl this junk down the steps. After all it was going to the dump. What harm could we do?

The couches were fine, unfortunately the bottom step is not. Chalk it up to another lesson learned in how not to move furniture.

Churches Should Promote Social Taboos

noreply@blogger.com (MyLife's Satire) — Thu, 01 May 2008 22:30:00 +0000

Apparently as churches have sought to be more seeker friendly we have been missing one of our greatest opportunities to impact society. Today was a reminder of how important it is for us to instill a sense of shame in todays youth.

Forget self-esteem, and character development. Shame is the key building block to the prolonged survival and health of any culture. I think it is time the church reinstated it's authority on the issues of social taboos. What is acceptable and what is not? At the very top of the list public make out sessions should be banned from parks.

Now I'm not talking about amusement parks. We all know those are a virtual meat market for the hormone induced teenager, and besides if you pay the astronomical entrance fees you should be able to do pretty much whatever you want. No, I am talking about parks where little children, and families gather to swing, and run, and play.

Today armed with snack cups, the diaper bag, and a pair of pink shoes, this daddy was pushing baby and stroller for a fun filled outing. My 16 month old girl, Nicki, was gobbling gold fish crackers and enjoying the fresh air. As we happened upon the park a few blocks from home, I was delighted to find it empty, leaving the whole place to ourselves.

Unfortunately this was short lived. The second I put Nicki into a swing we were accompanied by a teenage couple, obviously cutting classes to do "other things." With the whole park at their disposal they chose to sit right next to us on the swings. They quickly proceeded to start making out. My daughter was enthralled. I was mortified.

A few awkward seconds later and the girl pulled the guy off his swing, and said, "Let's go smoke by the Slide." My relief at their leaving was short lived. Now instead of giggles and kisses in my peripheral vision the slide put them into my direct line of sight. Not knowing where to look I tilted my head 30 degrees to the left and settled for a small patch of dirt.

I'm not sure what was happening. The girl may have been choking, but I've never seen mouth-to-mouth performed like that in any of the CPR classes I've attended. The only smoking I saw was caused by the friction of two tongues wrestling to get into the other person's mouth. I felt dirty, and I wasn't even doing anything.

We left the park.

Churches, please take a united stand against PDA's (public displays of affection) in your neighborhood parks. Otherwise we'll have to go door-to-door, collecting donations, and getting signatures for a petition. Then we'll need to involve the local neighborhood watch, and let's face it, nobody wants that.

A Letter to the Church Office Manager/Secretary/Admin. Asst.

noreply@blogger.com (MyLife's Satire) — Wed, 30 Apr 2008 19:52:00 +0000

Dear Church Office Person,

I just wanted to take the time to thank you for your warm smile and friendly reception. Day after day you get to deal with so many "interesting" people. We know this is a thankless task that requires a whole lot of work for a meager paycheck...probably a little less than $100k a year. Highway Robbery.

Your skills require you to work with pastors, youth pastors, and volunteers, which can be a great joy, and a royal pain in the rear, all at the same time. From setting important meetings, to organizing the churches dart-ball championship match...your resume is a dynamo of hidden talents.

When you wanted to build a brick wall to keep the everyday wanderer from monopolizing your time, you resisted, and listened to Joe Talker drone on for hours. And you did it all with a warm smile, and polite nodding.

So here's to you Church Office Secretary, may you enjoy the one week in the year we honor your profession, unless we forget it about it. Let's face you're the only one who knows how to use a calendar around here.

God Bless

Ben Stein's Expelled

noreply@blogger.com (MyLife's Satire) — Tue, 29 Apr 2008 19:38:00 +0000

This weekend we attempted to see "Baby Mama" with some friends, but when we walked into the theater the only area with four seats was the front row. The designer of this Mega-plex decided that people who sit in the first row must like it close. The angle was so sharp that in order to see you had to lay on the floor and rest your head on the seat.

A few minutes in and we decided to see another movie. Our options were limited so we landed on the documentary called "Expelled" We were pleasantly surprised. This is Ben Stein's expose on the unfair treatment of scientists who think intelligent design has validity. Apparently many are being black balled from the scientific community, and some have been outright fired for their positions.

My favorite part of this movie is an interview that takes place between Ben Stein and professing atheist, Richard Dawkins. I don't want to spoil the movie for any of you, but there was enough humor and irony in this movie to make it worth recommending here.

LA Police Gear

noreply@blogger.com (MyLife's Satire) — Sun, 27 Apr 2008 05:33:00 +0000

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But Dr. Dobson Says...

noreply@blogger.com (MyLife's Satire) — Sat, 26 Apr 2008 22:13:00 +0000

Many Christian's will be upset with me as they read this post. However, it needs to be said. It's the truth, and my conscience will not allow me to remain silent any longer. Here goes.

If I ever see Dr. Dobson, I will punch him in the throat.

Perhaps a little extreme. Not very Christ-like. Don't care. Now, you may be asking "What could be the cause of all this pent up aggression? Has Dr. Dobson committed some atrocious act?

No. Well, at least in person. The root of the issue lies in the fact that when growing up every time we did something wrong, my loving mother would explain the error of our ways with, "Dr. Dobson Says..."

Possibly a thousand times later, this mantra grated on the very nerve that would allow me see this man as a human being worthy of love. No, there is nothing left, I have no strength to pick up a James Dobson parenting book, or visit the focus on the family website. So I am sorry to all the Dobson Fans out there, perhaps one day I will have the strength to let go, and let God. But today is not that day.

Why Cold Soup Will Never Save Souls

noreply@blogger.com (MyLife's Satire) — Fri, 25 Apr 2008 05:48:00 +0000

On a Mission Trip with YouthWorks in Vancouver, Canada's red light district, we had a lot of occasions to laugh. It was also a great opportunity for kids to see the devastating effects drugs can have on people. In Vancouver B.C., drug use is legal in a sectioned area. So as we drove towards our mission site, we actually saw people shooting up on the sidewalk in mass quantities.

It's like something out of a weird sci-fi movie, with zombies, only instead it was a community of real, and hurting people. God challenged us to see these broken, addicted men and women as humans with names, and stories, and families.

When we reached a housing and treatment center for men, we got to hear a lot of stories from those in rehab. Afterwards, we headed down for lunch to the soup kitchen, which actually had amazing food. The head chef reminded me of the Soup Nazi from Seinfeld. Really Gruff, but you could tell he cared about the men he was serving.

Finally, we were asked to prepare a chapel service that would take place before the evening meal. I was asked to give the talk. Towards the end of the message as I was wrapping things up, I heard a guy in the corner whisper loudly to his friend, "The soups getting cold."

Nobody likes cold soup, so I closed in prayer.

Hay Tim! No Really, it's Hay

noreply@blogger.com (MyLife's Satire) — Tue, 22 Apr 2008 17:52:00 +0000

I thought it was time to pay homage to one of the most influential people in my life, my own youth pastor, Tim Hochhalter. Now the first time we met, he did not happen to pull off a great first impression. It may have been how he rolled up the bottom of his shorts. This was apparently all the rage in Minnesota where he moved from. In spite of this setback we quickly brought Tim up to speed on California fashion in the early 90's. Which looking back probably wasn't much better than the shorts.

I am sure that Tim had a much greater impact on us, than we did on him. I will never forget the long van rides during mission trips, and countless excursions. Tim would point to some Hay bails on a farm, and say

"Hay, Jeremy..."

Only he would ask it like it was a question, in order to get our attention. Since we were almost never paying heed to what was going on up in front, we would respond, "Yeah Tim?"

He would have a smirk on his face and a finger pointed out the window to something like this:

Then he would respond nonchalantly, "Hay."

Corny, but effective. Thanks Tim for making a huge difference in a lot of people's lives...and especially mine.

Do you know someone in ministry who has made an impact in your life?

How to use your Blogging Skills to Make Money

noreply@blogger.com (MyLife's Satire) — Mon, 21 Apr 2008 15:25:00 +0000

Today I signed up for payperpost and I am actually getting paid $20 to write this post. If you are interested in making money submit your blog today. It is easy and free. All you need to do is visit payperpost and get started now. Once your blog is approved you can find advertisers that match up with your blogs theme and make money.

It takes about a week or two after you submit your blog, and create your profile, to be approved. So at the beginning you will need to be patient, but once your are signed up and ready to go, this can be a rewarding experience for any blogger. Once approved you can either find advertisers you want to post a review about, or provide a badge so that advertisers can find you.

You will need to have or set up a paypall account, so this is all handled in a very secure and professional manner. If you have any questions or want more information, visit payperpost. When I began writing this blog, the thought never occurred to me that I could actually make money writing about things that I enjoy. Yet PayPerPost makes it simple, convenient, and fun. So what are you waiting for? Get started today. Did I mention I got paid $20 to write this post?

Top 10 Things in Church that are of the Devil, Unless You're Emergent

noreply@blogger.com (MyLife's Satire) — Wed, 16 Apr 2008 16:42:00 +0000

1. The Drums
2. Running in Church
3. Sex (or the mention thereof)
4. Drugs (just the illegal ones…and beer)
5. Rock and Roll
6. Strong Disagreements
7. Hard Questions
8. Mini-skirts
9. Tattoos, Odd Hair Colors, and Body Piercing
10. Emergent Churches

Grumpy Greeters and the Full Service (not full enough)

noreply@blogger.com (MyLife's Satire) — Wed, 16 Apr 2008 01:53:00 +0000

During a term at college some friends decided to visit a local mega-church. They invited me along, and we were all pretty excited to check things out. That morning we met up outside of our dorm rooms, but someone was running a little late. We made it to the church parking lot a few minutes after the service started, but that is about far as we got. As we made our way towards the entrance, an usher was closing the doors.

When my friend asked him to hold the door for us, he held up his hand to halt our progression, and told us frankly how the service was full. He continued sternly to tell us that we would have to wait until the next service, and that we should come early if we wanted to be admitted.

I think this is why Jesus spent a lot of time preaching outside. Can you imagine his disciples telling people they would have to wait till the next service to hear about God's love? Something tells me Jesus would not have allowed that to continue.

One time while he was preaching inside, people actually tore the roof off to see him, and what’s amazing is, he doesn’t seem all that upset about it. I don’t think that would have gone over well at this church.

The Church of Oprah Windfrey

noreply@blogger.com (MyLife's Satire) — Mon, 14 Apr 2008 16:30:00 +0000

A lot of people think Oprah is either a god, or the anti-Christ. That seems a little bit extreme. I have some opinions of how Oprah’s life could be different, and her “Big Give,” seems like it has more to do with improving her public image, than actually benefiting others.

Oh no you didn’t. Don’t you dare talk bad about my Oprah! Lord forgive him, he knows not what he’s doing. I can’t read this trash anymore. Where is the back button on this site?

More stories at http://www.funnyinchurch.com/

Wet, passionate, intoxicated Kiss

noreply@blogger.com (MyLife's Satire) — Sun, 13 Apr 2008 23:41:00 +0000

We have a school at our church so a while ago, our principal, Scott, came into my office for assistance with some drunk people. They had wondered aimlessly onto the steps of our building. We don't like to tell people to leave, we actually want to get to know them if possible.

The more drunk they are, the better. They are much more open than they normally would be. There on the steps we found Brandon and his friend Paula. They were just resting, drinking, and arguing a little bit. Typical for a Tuesday morning.

As we introduced ourselves Paula began telling us how bad Brandon was, and how he needed help from his alcoholism. We heard about his being homeless and somewhat broken, but Paula reassured us that she was fine. Brandon was the one who had the problem. She was just drinking with him this morning because she was a good friend. I totally agreed with her logic. Any good friend would drink with their buddy to make them feel better.

After letting them finish their beers we let them know that for child safety reasons we needed them to leave the steps. We offered them a ride somewhere and Paula took us up on it. This is where the adventure really begins. Knowing that Paula was sloshed, loaded, or if you are English, pissed, we tried hard to figure out where she needed to go.

The first place we took her ended up being a dead end, for some reason we don't remember. I think she was afraid her husband would find out she was drunk, and she didn't want him to know. We were thinking, "He probably already knows", but I didn't want to burst her bubble. As we continued driving, a great song blared over the radio. If you know anything about music, talent, great vocals, and great lyrics, you know Paula Abdul.

Yes, Paula Abdul's "straight up" was playing on the radio. With great excitement I let Paula know that Paula Abdul was on the radio" I exclaimed "Hey we got Paula on the radio and Paula in the back seat" what a great coincidence. Acknowledging this miracle, Paula, the one in the back seat began whaling on the Chorus.

"Straight up now tell me, do you really wanna love me forever, oh oh oh, or am I caught in a hit and run?" I asked if that was a rhetorical question, or if she really wanted to know the answer. She didn't understand my question, so I just began singing along with her. I wish you could have heard our harmonies, they were beautiful. We really made some sweet music that day.

We finally came to our final destination, where we had to say our goodbyes. I am not sure what country Paula is from, but I think they say goodbye differently than we do. She reached over the back of my seat, put me in a sleeper hold and kissed my face. This wasn't just any kiss, this was a wet kiss, that lasted a few seconds. Stunned by her affection toward me, I was speechless. All I could do was say, "okay, see you later."

Scott being a great guy, got out of the car and opened Paula's door for her. A great gentlemen needs his reward, so Paula went in for the kill. She wrapped her arms tightly around Scott's neck, and planted a wet on on Scott's left ear. I was a little disappointed that she missed the lips, but that had to suffice.

I am not sure what will happen with Brandon or Paula, but I know that something happened to both Scott and I that day. Not only did we get kissed by an intoxicated woman that we had never met, we were able to see God's love for his creation in the midst of brokenness and pain. I know that I too am broken and intoxicated with sin at times and in desperate need of Christ's forgiveness and restoration. My hope is that Paula and Brandon will enter into that forgiveness and be restored by the love of Jesus Christ.

--Submitted By Zach B.

Visit the Official Site!

noreply@blogger.com (MyLife's Satire) — Sat, 12 Apr 2008 20:02:00 +0000

Today we are proud to announce that we have our own domain name! Please visit our official site at www.funnyinchurch.com

We will continue to post here for the mean time, but would love for you to subscribe to the blog on the official web, since it will be updated more often. And have even more great content and cool stuff.

Thanks for making all of this possible. As always, if you have a great story about church life, please share it with us.

Blessings,
Jeremy

Customer Service

noreply@blogger.com (MyLife's Satire) — Wed, 09 Apr 2008 19:35:00 +0000

I just had lunch with a friend. He is also a youth pastor, so we consider our time together a "business meeting," which is why I am writing about it here.

There were two similar stories exchanged during our meal, both dealing with a particularly disturbing trend. The death of good customer service. Companies are spending millions of advertising dollars competing for the image of the best in customer service, yet from the mom and pop, to giant corporation we see it all the time. Bad service.

This friend of mine needs a written document showing that he is in good financial standings, for an adoption. He thought it would make sense for him to visit his bank. Unfortunately, it is the banks policy not to give out the forms he needs. In this case, the "customer care" group specifically stated they could not help in this matter. In order for my friend to get what he needs, he would actually have to take all of his money out of his account, transfer it to another bank, just to get a form. They would give him cash, but not a worthless peice of paper.

Yesterday, I called customer care to schedule a parts replacement for our church bus. The car manufacturer sent us a letter informing us of a parts recall, so I called our local dealership who politely informed me they could not perform this service. They gave me another number to call instead.

This led to 6 more phone calls and 2 transfers before I got a hold of a person who said they could do this for me. I was estatic. Unfortunately, when I asked where they were located it was in another state.

Do you have a customer service nightmare?

Book Review - Leading With A Limp

noreply@blogger.com (MyLife's Satire) — Tue, 08 Apr 2008 15:13:00 +0000

Of all the leadership books I have read, Leading with a Limp is one of the most honest and challenging reads. The premise is that as Christians our leadership should be different than it often is.

For example, as a Christian leader, instead of desiring to gain power and control, I should actually want to run away from the task of being a leader. Dan B. Allender, uses the example of Abraham, Jacob, and Moses. He even illustrates how Jesus although obedient to the cross, asked his father if there was any other way.

Another premise is the idea that as a leader we will struggle between the need for pleasing others to maintain control, and the need to be honest for the sake of growing in character (which might involve losing position or reputation).

So in closing, I have a confession to make: My name is Jeremy, and I am addicted to blogging. I hope you can find it in your hearts to forgive me. If not it's OK, because I know someone who will.

Donde Esta El Bano?

noreply@blogger.com (MyLife's Satire) — Sun, 06 Apr 2008 16:04:00 +0000

I only remember one phrase after taking two years of Spanish. Donde esta el bano? Which means, "where is the restroom?" For some reason, when the teacher went over this phrase and it's definition, my survival instincts told me, "this is a phrase that could come in handy some day."

Once, on a mission trip to Mexico our drive time was continually extended by extra stops along the way. Every time we we needed gas people would get get out of the van to buy something to drink, which would then require additional stops later on down the road.

After 15 minutes of driving from one particular stop, a kid in the back row, named Dan, yelled up, "I have to go to the bathroom."

Everyone groaned. "Are you kidding?"

He wasn't. Apparently, Dan started chugging his 32 oz. drink as soon as he got back into the vehicle, instead of wisely rationing his liquid intake.

We didn't stop. Even if we had wanted to, we didn't have time. All I remember is Dan frantically shouting "quick, get me another bottle!"

As the smell of urine wafted forward, others violently fought for a position near the few windows that actually opened. Needless to say we took the next exit to dispose of our trash.

As we drove into the Mexican village where we were staying, a small child waved to us with one hand, and held his pants down with the other. A stream of yellow liquid arched away from his body towards a puddle on the side of the road.

This young local quickly revealed something to me that I am still quite upset about. The phrase I had been so careful to memorized, would be of little use to me here in Mexico.

Top 10 Reasons to Sit in The Back Pew

noreply@blogger.com (MyLife's Satire) — Sun, 06 Apr 2008 03:57:00 +0000

1. To hide your embarrassing bald spot.

2. Gaining the ability to leave effortlessly, without having to awkwardly shimmy past those who congregate in the center isles to talk.

3. It allows you to track who gets up to use the restroom, and tally how many times.

4. To rest your head against the back wall for optimal sleep performance.

5. Provides the opportunity to guesstimate the cash intake of the morning offering.

6. If a terrorist comes in, the chances of him walking past you are much higher, allowing you to become a hero, or quietly slip out the back.

7. If you fart, you can point at someone next to you when everyone turns around.

8. To earn money by challenging your friend to make faces at the pastor, competing to see who can get him to laugh first.

9. You can put notes into a bottle, and roll them down to your friend in the front row.

10. It allows you to join the sound people when they hurry down for communion, and then go again when the ushers dismiss your row.

The Next Top 10 List will be
"Reasons it stinks to be a Pastor's Kid"

If you have any suggestions please send me a comment. If I use your idea, I will add your link in the post.

Children's Bibles

noreply@blogger.com (MyLife's Satire) — Fri, 04 Apr 2008 17:38:00 +0000

As our little one grows up, my wife and I have been looking for a good children's Bible. In the process of researching which one would be the best, we have made a startling observation.

These children's Bibles, for lack a better term, have been edited. In my first Children's Bible there was the Adam and Eve account, with naked people and foliage, hiding all the right parts. This is called editing, and in this regard, I think the choice to keep the pictures from turning pornographic is a good call. Yet, in the endeavor to find a Kid's Bible like mine, we have been frustrated.

My Old-School Picture Bible had a lot of great stories, like Cain killing his brother, with bloody comic-book type renderings. I dare you to try to find that story in one of these new Bibles. It can't be done. They simply do not exist.

One of my all-time favorite stories, David and Goliath, had some amazing artwork. From the stone being flung from the sling, to the moment of impact on Goliath's forehead. With gushing blood, and the Philistine armies panicked reaction. Oh, and let's not forget about David cutting off Goliath's head. What child wouldn't want to read about this? I spent hours pouring over these full color pages.

Unfortunately, today's children will have to suffer through a kid friendly, no frills story, with a cartoon-like picture of David and Goliath, doing pretty much nothing.

This is a shame. I suspect that for this reason alone we will see a dramatic drop in how many children read the Bible. Apparently, in order for our kids to accurately learn these life changing stories, we will need to act them out in our living room.

So if any of you know where I can purchase a sacrificial lamb (and you are not a PETA representative) please leave me a comment and let me know.

The Roof, The Roof, The Roof is On Fire...

noreply@blogger.com (MyLife's Satire) — Thu, 03 Apr 2008 03:15:00 +0000

Down through the ages, someone decided it would be a good idea to let children play with fire in church. The position of Acolyte is a coveted one among older children, and we all know why.

It's the power and responsibility one feels, knowing that with a simple mistake the whole room could go up in flames. Every adult eye is on the wick, hoping and praying it doesn't go out, and that the candles will cooperate and take flame. You can actually feel people start to breath again when everything is safely lit.

The worst is when you get a kid who obviously doesn't take the whole candle lighting thing seriously. His wick is always too long with a flame the size of a small camp fire, or its too short and the fire dies prematurely. This kid's candle never lights on the first try, and requires repeated attempts, before the partner, or nearest adult steps in to save the day.

I wonder if our fire extinguishers are up to code?

2 Cars + Kids = No Room

noreply@blogger.com (MyLife's Satire) — Tue, 01 Apr 2008 23:10:00 +0000

We were gathered in a parking lot to caravan to camp with a bunch of middle school kids. Myself, and another leader named Shannon, were organizing transportation.

We had more than enough vehicles to fit the kids in, but it was about a 4 hour drive to camp. So we wanted to figure out how to cram as many kids into the least amount of vehicles.

So we started counting kids, which was no easy task, because middle school kids on skateboards move rather quickly. After about the seventh or eighth head-count, we finally decided we could fit everyone into two vans. Excitedly we tell all the kids to hop into the vehicles.

Just as we are about to drive away, a spare kid knocks on my window, looking a little panic stricken, and says, "The other van is full! Is there any room in this one?"

There was not. Which goes to show you that...

One additional car + lots of extra leg room later, and we were off to camp.

Self Appointed Camp Musician Guy

noreply@blogger.com (MyLife's Satire) — Mon, 31 Mar 2008 05:15:00 +0000

There is one in every bunch. This is such a funny video, from a Young Life leader in Saranac.

Check out more video's from This Leader on YouTube

It's Getting Hot in Here...

noreply@blogger.com (MyLife's Satire) — Sun, 30 Mar 2008 21:04:00 +0000

Apparently the world has changed drastically in the last couple of years. For the most part churches could avoid or hide from the drastic leaps in technology that the pagans revelled in, but this is no longer the case.

Now churches have podcasts, and blogs, and all sorts of other words the unenlightened must wikipedia. As a youth pastor I am usually up on the latest, and enjoy scoffing at friends who are just now setting up their myspace accounts.

Then a few days ago, someone asked me if I Twitter. Not wanting to look ignorant I responded by saying that I am a frequent Twitterer, or Twitteree, and could even be considered somewhat of a Twitterist. Then I went straight home to figure out what this person was talking about. I learned I am not a Twitterbug, nor do I have any desire to become one...by the way if you twitter, I am currently typing these words.

So in church this week the preacher is preaching, and everything is status quo, until a person's phone goes off to the tune of "It's getting hot in here, so take off all your clothes."

And I of course thought of all of you. Wait, not because I want you to take your clothes off. That didn't come out right...really, I didn't mean...oh, never mind.

How do you feel about text messaging during church?