This week's message at the neighborhood ELCA Temple of Lighted-Sign Tackiness:
I'M NOT AGING
I JUST NEED REPOTTING
Sniff. Right. You just go on saying that. Potted is right. But what does this have to do with church? Is botox now a sacrament? Are they doing dye jobs in the baptismal font? Exactly how is this reluctance to go gently into that good night relevant to the Christian message?