I annoy feminist chicks.

I wonder why that is…

Sadly, most Christians treat church like an automatic car wash. 

They toss their coins in the plate, then they think they can just sit there and get clean while the pastor sprinkles living water on the congregation.

There is no law against being crazy.

There are laws against doing crazy things, but there is no law against doing stupid things.

I want to know why!

His pen rings like a bell as it skates across the paper, singing his thoughts in a song no one will hear.

He dips the quill into a reservoir of blood mixed with hope and returns to his private symphony of tinkling thoughts and dreams, conceived but never born.  No one can read his thoughts, so what he writes will remained locked in eternity’s vault until the Day of Reading.

They cannot judge what they cannot read.  His heart is safe from the prying eyes of mortal men.  Their judgment is vain and impotent.  Mudslingers are they, unable to hurl a worthy stone.  They spat on the ground and formed a ball from the waste from their miserable lives.  They throw it like a monkey hurling dung at visitors at the zoo.

Mudslingers are they, nothing more, nothing less.  Unable to hear the Symphony that plays in a nearby room.

Is is any wonder the door is locked from the inside?

I tuned my radio to Mars.  Apparently they aren’t broadcasting right now.

I’ll let you know when they give the weather forecast.