Godly Relationships
This is post 7 of Section IV. To begin at the beginning, go here. Section II begins here. Section III begins here. Section IV begins here.
As he opened the door to leave, he heard his son say, “Mom, do we have to eat Dad’s casserole? It tastes like poop.”
The mouth on that boy. Mitchell’s hand drifted toward his belt as he heard the surprise and hurt in Denise’s reproval. “Spare the rod. . . . ” But his business wouldn’t wait. If he left right now he could swing by the church, pick up some leaflets, and be at their so-called church in plenty of time. He started his car and drummed impatiently on the steering wheel, waiting for some black kids to get out of his way. Too many bad influences around here, he thought.
Frank came bouncing into the “groom’s room,” where Sheba was just touching up the makeup over Jack’s bruised jaw. “Sorry to interrupt,” Frank said happily, “but who invited the jackass in the parking lot?”
Reveling in their attention, he proceeded to relate, with appropriate dramatization, Mitchell’s approach, buttonholing, and forceful leaflet distribution. He showed them the ones he had: “‘Gay’: The Saddest Word”; “Homosexuality: Jesus IS the Cure!” and “Biblical Sexuality,” with “Why God’s Love Is Better Than Your Wildest Dreams!” in bold letters under the title.
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As he opened the door to leave, he heard his son say, “Mom, do we have to eat Dad’s casserole? It tastes like poop.”
The mouth on that boy. Mitchell’s hand drifted toward his belt as he heard the surprise and hurt in Denise’s reproval. “Spare the rod. . . . ” But his business wouldn’t wait. If he left right now he could swing by the church, pick up some leaflets, and be at their so-called church in plenty of time. He started his car and drummed impatiently on the steering wheel, waiting for some black kids to get out of his way. Too many bad influences around here, he thought.
Frank came bouncing into the “groom’s room,” where Sheba was just touching up the makeup over Jack’s bruised jaw. “Sorry to interrupt,” Frank said happily, “but who invited the jackass in the parking lot?”
Reveling in their attention, he proceeded to relate, with appropriate dramatization, Mitchell’s approach, buttonholing, and forceful leaflet distribution. He showed them the ones he had: “‘Gay’: The Saddest Word”; “Homosexuality: Jesus IS the Cure!” and “Biblical Sexuality,” with “Why God’s Love Is Better Than Your Wildest Dreams!” in bold letters under the title.
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posted by Hobbes at 8:28 PM
3 Comments:
This Mitchell doesn't sound like a very good person. It's like he is hiding behind religion or something like that.
Ice Cream!!!! Bad Dog!!!! He is obviusly just the kind of God Fearing American the Weirsdos are trying to distroy!!!!!!
I bet Mitchell witnesses in gay bars all the time.
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