That is back when I remember big evangelical ministers traveling around "sharing the gospel." That is also the time when Saturday Night Fever and disco dancing were the rage. For me anyway, but I was usually in church on Sunday morning.
I remember Dad's warning about discussing religion, but that was with family or friends. Or was it with anyone? Oh well, I haven't always kept his rules. So here goes.
Yesterday we went to Mom's doctor's appointment and got a sermon in the waiting room, whether we wanted it or not. There was a rotund dark gentleman in short pants with beringed fingers sermonizing the entire time while we were sitting there. At first I did not recognize him as a preacher (because of his attire!), but when he got louder and kept spouting scripture and verse, there was no doubt. This guy had a pulpit somewhere. At that moment, it was in the virtually empty doctor's office.
He had met one of his former work colleagues out in the parking lot, and I assume he was trying to witness to him. Oooor, maybe he was aiming at the two elderly white ladies sitting by the door (Mom and me). In any case, I believe he was "preaching to the choir." Neither his former colleague nor Mom nor I looked nor acted like we were doomed to you know where. I have never seen or heard anyone so "full of himself."
Maybe he was "preaching to the preacher"! Enough said.....
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