Everything will be OK in the end.
If it's not OK then it's not the end.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Monday, February 25, 2008
Excuses
The beautiful thing about an excuse is… there’s usually an element of truth to the excuse. But the point is not about the excuse. The point is so what? So what are you going to do?
So what are you going to do?
Reading people like John Ortberg, Dan Baker and Henry Cloud has helped me along these lines.
- Don’t have time to work out? So what are you going to do?
- Your church is not meeting your expectations? So what are you going to do?
- Not getting what you deserve at work?
- You’re single and no one seems to be asking you out?
- The bible is hard to read?
- Your boss is racist?
So what are you going to do?
Reading people like John Ortberg, Dan Baker and Henry Cloud has helped me along these lines.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Monday, February 18, 2008
A Pillow Sham is not an Illegal Activity
Bumper Sticker... “Is it transportation or a lifestyle?” The odds are you wont see this on a BMW (at least not a new one). It’s clear that the more you’ve invested in your car the more it's not about the transportation and it’s more about the lifestyle.
It's not so much different than anything else (clothes, house, t.v., etc…). Initially you just want transportation, one decent set of work clothes, and a used ipod. But eventually it leads to shopping for pillow shams at Crate and Barrel. I’ve been married 17 years and just now recently came to understand what a pillow sham is. For a long time it just didn’t compute. I assumed it was some kind of nefarious activity involving pillows or pillow cases or something… you know, a pillow sham. But alas, pillow shams are real and so are drapes, and so are chargers and noise-canceling-headphones, and solar powered laptop bags, valet parking at the local gym and $500 days at Sea World. (And lest you think I’m judging, these are all things I have consumed, craved or followed at one time or another in my life.)
It's never been easier to be "sold out" to God and yet be a practicing materialist.
Randy Alcorn, author of Money, Possessions and Eternity says, “Materialism is not just wrong – it’s stupid. Promising fulfillment in dollars and possession and land and houses and cars and clothes and boats and hot tubs and campers and travel and all the while thinking what the drug addict thinks – that the only hope is getting more of the same.”
Your life... is it transportation or a lifestyle?
It's not so much different than anything else (clothes, house, t.v., etc…). Initially you just want transportation, one decent set of work clothes, and a used ipod. But eventually it leads to shopping for pillow shams at Crate and Barrel. I’ve been married 17 years and just now recently came to understand what a pillow sham is. For a long time it just didn’t compute. I assumed it was some kind of nefarious activity involving pillows or pillow cases or something… you know, a pillow sham. But alas, pillow shams are real and so are drapes, and so are chargers and noise-canceling-headphones, and solar powered laptop bags, valet parking at the local gym and $500 days at Sea World. (And lest you think I’m judging, these are all things I have consumed, craved or followed at one time or another in my life.)
It's never been easier to be "sold out" to God and yet be a practicing materialist.
Randy Alcorn, author of Money, Possessions and Eternity says, “Materialism is not just wrong – it’s stupid. Promising fulfillment in dollars and possession and land and houses and cars and clothes and boats and hot tubs and campers and travel and all the while thinking what the drug addict thinks – that the only hope is getting more of the same.”
Your life... is it transportation or a lifestyle?
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Seven Rules
Pretty interesting article in the latest Fast Company magazine about Mike Rowe from Dirty Jobs. Here's his 7 Rules for Job Satisfaction.
Feel free to share your own conclusions.
I'm not sure if #3 has any connection with the spiritual journey. #4 reminds me of what Erwin McManus says, "Don't live a fail-safe life. Create an environment where it's safe to fail."
- Never follow your passion, but by all means bring it with you.
- Beware of teamwork.
- Vomit proudly and whenever necessary.
- Be careful, but don't be fooled--safety is never first.
- Think about what you are doing--never how.
- Ignore advice such as "Work smart, not hard." It's dangerous--and moronic.
- Consider quitting
Feel free to share your own conclusions.
I'm not sure if #3 has any connection with the spiritual journey. #4 reminds me of what Erwin McManus says, "Don't live a fail-safe life. Create an environment where it's safe to fail."
Friday, February 15, 2008
Creaster
Easter is coming up and the following 'Creaster' article caught my eye from Jeff Goins at www.wreckedfortheordinary.com (Check out the website. I got a chance to write there this week within the 'community' section).
"You've heard the term before. Nominal Christians who go to church only on Christmas and Easter: Creasters. I was in a different place, away from my new home church, and I was tempted to go to church this morning with all the other Creasters. But I took some time on Great Saturday to evaluate why I would do such a thing.
This was tough, because I am that guy who goes to church no matter what. In fact, even before I met Jesus, I would do this. Church was a good thing, and I needed to appear to be a good person by doing good things. So, I forced myself into a pew once a week, which eased any doubts I had about my own goodness, and often fell asleep to lifeless sermons.
What is church? I think it's a lot of things. It's a place to worship in spirit and truth, a gathering of the saints to fellowship and share, and the hotspot of kingdom action - where believers are filled up and empowered to go and make disciples.
I didn't see myself doing any of those things in this foreign place, Georgia. To tell the truth, I've been doing church all week with a group of young people who have decided to leave everything and live a Matthew 10 lifestyle for a year, church-planting in eleven different nations. We've prayed, prophesied, and healed. We've studied, cried, and learned. We've invited the Holy Spirit, and he's shown up.
I'm not knocking institutional churches in this area; I just didn't feel any intimate bond with any of them and really didn't think an hour and a half would build such a bond. Most likely, it would have frustrated me and invoked a spirit of judgment. I think it was wisest to just stay away and take a Sabbath.
I miss my church in Franklin and smile to think that they are celebrating the Resurrection in spirit and truth today. It's such a treasure to have a quality church, no matter what the size or style of programming, that loves Jesus. I know that my generation tends to be critical of just about every category of churches these days. If it's old-school conservative, we feel that they are out of touch and not relevant. If it's too modern and evangelical, we accuse it of being a superficial production.
If you're a church leader these days, you're bound to receive scorn from the millenials. It's inevitable. We are a jaded generation who doesn't really know who we are. We have so much potential and so little direction. My advice for you - from a somewhat jaded idealist - is to just be real. Whatever that means to you, don't let go of authenticity. If you try to please us or meet us where we're at, you won't. Tap into what Christ has for this generation, and challenge us to no end.
We're tired of easy. We may reject authority; we may scorn you for calling us out. But we need it. Oh God, we need it. We may have no discipline, but for the first time in awhile, we are a generation that will do anything to discover truth. We will lay down our idols and sacrifice our comfort for what church is supposed to be.
I guess I'm still clinging to what Switchfoot calls the Body:
We are a beautiful letdown
Painfully uncool
The church of the dropouts
The losers, the sinners, the failures,
and the fools
What a beautiful letdown
Are we salt in the wound?
Hey, let us sing one true tune
Easter is a good day to get reborn - to be refreshed and renewed. To realize that God is not dead. He is very much alive: speaking, moving, and loving with reckless abandon.
But in order to get there, you might have to unwrap yourself, exposing some fragile areas of brokenness, religiosity, and superficiality. It may not be easy, it may be painful, but it will be so good. And you will be restored."
this article is by Jeff Goins, www.wreckedfortheordinary.com
"You've heard the term before. Nominal Christians who go to church only on Christmas and Easter: Creasters. I was in a different place, away from my new home church, and I was tempted to go to church this morning with all the other Creasters. But I took some time on Great Saturday to evaluate why I would do such a thing.
This was tough, because I am that guy who goes to church no matter what. In fact, even before I met Jesus, I would do this. Church was a good thing, and I needed to appear to be a good person by doing good things. So, I forced myself into a pew once a week, which eased any doubts I had about my own goodness, and often fell asleep to lifeless sermons.
What is church? I think it's a lot of things. It's a place to worship in spirit and truth, a gathering of the saints to fellowship and share, and the hotspot of kingdom action - where believers are filled up and empowered to go and make disciples.
I didn't see myself doing any of those things in this foreign place, Georgia. To tell the truth, I've been doing church all week with a group of young people who have decided to leave everything and live a Matthew 10 lifestyle for a year, church-planting in eleven different nations. We've prayed, prophesied, and healed. We've studied, cried, and learned. We've invited the Holy Spirit, and he's shown up.
I'm not knocking institutional churches in this area; I just didn't feel any intimate bond with any of them and really didn't think an hour and a half would build such a bond. Most likely, it would have frustrated me and invoked a spirit of judgment. I think it was wisest to just stay away and take a Sabbath.
I miss my church in Franklin and smile to think that they are celebrating the Resurrection in spirit and truth today. It's such a treasure to have a quality church, no matter what the size or style of programming, that loves Jesus. I know that my generation tends to be critical of just about every category of churches these days. If it's old-school conservative, we feel that they are out of touch and not relevant. If it's too modern and evangelical, we accuse it of being a superficial production.
If you're a church leader these days, you're bound to receive scorn from the millenials. It's inevitable. We are a jaded generation who doesn't really know who we are. We have so much potential and so little direction. My advice for you - from a somewhat jaded idealist - is to just be real. Whatever that means to you, don't let go of authenticity. If you try to please us or meet us where we're at, you won't. Tap into what Christ has for this generation, and challenge us to no end.
We're tired of easy. We may reject authority; we may scorn you for calling us out. But we need it. Oh God, we need it. We may have no discipline, but for the first time in awhile, we are a generation that will do anything to discover truth. We will lay down our idols and sacrifice our comfort for what church is supposed to be.
I guess I'm still clinging to what Switchfoot calls the Body:
We are a beautiful letdown
Painfully uncool
The church of the dropouts
The losers, the sinners, the failures,
and the fools
What a beautiful letdown
Are we salt in the wound?
Hey, let us sing one true tune
Easter is a good day to get reborn - to be refreshed and renewed. To realize that God is not dead. He is very much alive: speaking, moving, and loving with reckless abandon.
But in order to get there, you might have to unwrap yourself, exposing some fragile areas of brokenness, religiosity, and superficiality. It may not be easy, it may be painful, but it will be so good. And you will be restored."
this article is by Jeff Goins, www.wreckedfortheordinary.com
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
True Story
I was leaving Detroit and it was 14 degrees with terrible traffic and lots of falling snow and the 30 minute drive turned into a 3 hour drive and I was 12 minutes late for the airplane and the lady at North West Airlines was really not professional given all that I had gone through to get there and then she told me I had missed the plane and to go call someone… (?!) I didn’t have much choice and so I called my friend who came back and we drove another two hours home and I got up again the next day and drove another 90 minutes back to the airport arriving in time to actually get on the plane.
Now, the beautiful thing was that I got an aisle seat right up front. I thankfully sat down emotionally exhaling as I thought of the 72 degree weather in phoenix, how close I was to being home and the fact that very few things in life pleased me more than getting an aisle seat on any sort of public transportation vehicle. Just right about the end of my celebratory exhaling a father came walking onto the plane. He said, “Excuse me, would you possibly mind sitting back in 20B, a middle seat, because I would really like to sit with my son?” I looked around, behind and to the side of me but then realized who he was talking to. You gotta be kidding me.
For a moment two worlds collided inside of me. The one world filled with Bible verses, Sunday School stories and potluck dinners and another much darker world filled with well, I think a curse word or two.
I sighed…
Deeply…
I looked at the father and the boy and back at the father and back… ok, you get the idea. I thought to myself or maybe I said it out loud, “Man I really don’t want to give up this aisle seat.” I looked helplessly around the plane. There was a big pause. The father waited. The people around me looked down at the floor or out the window silently thanking the airplane gods that the dad hadn’t asked them. Finally the man patted his sons head and reluctantly said, “That’s OK.” And I, sitting at the cross of two worlds got up quickly, mustered a smile and said, “No, I’ve got kids. I understand.” And actually I did.
I don’t know if I should admit this or not but as I was walking back to the end of the plane I suddenly realized that I liked myself. I’m not sure the whole reason why. Maybe because I really do want fathers and sons to sit together and what the heck is wrong with our airline systems that it’s financially prohibitive for families to sit together?
Or maybe because I really wanted to do something nice because I kinda think there is a semblance of like a karma-thing going on in life that is remotely related to the gospel-thing (although I would never print that or put it on the internet for millions of people to read).
Or maybe because I decided a long time ago who I was going to be and who I wasn’t going to be… and at times I actually live in the light of that decision.
I thought I should share that with you. I don't know all the reasons why but I liked myself.
EPILOGUE
My new seat afforded me the opportunity of sitting with people who were not smaller than me, who ate sausage and took naps on me throughout the flight. And then for an extended period of time I didn't like anyone.
Now, the beautiful thing was that I got an aisle seat right up front. I thankfully sat down emotionally exhaling as I thought of the 72 degree weather in phoenix, how close I was to being home and the fact that very few things in life pleased me more than getting an aisle seat on any sort of public transportation vehicle. Just right about the end of my celebratory exhaling a father came walking onto the plane. He said, “Excuse me, would you possibly mind sitting back in 20B, a middle seat, because I would really like to sit with my son?” I looked around, behind and to the side of me but then realized who he was talking to. You gotta be kidding me.
For a moment two worlds collided inside of me. The one world filled with Bible verses, Sunday School stories and potluck dinners and another much darker world filled with well, I think a curse word or two.
I sighed…
Deeply…
I looked at the father and the boy and back at the father and back… ok, you get the idea. I thought to myself or maybe I said it out loud, “Man I really don’t want to give up this aisle seat.” I looked helplessly around the plane. There was a big pause. The father waited. The people around me looked down at the floor or out the window silently thanking the airplane gods that the dad hadn’t asked them. Finally the man patted his sons head and reluctantly said, “That’s OK.” And I, sitting at the cross of two worlds got up quickly, mustered a smile and said, “No, I’ve got kids. I understand.” And actually I did.
I don’t know if I should admit this or not but as I was walking back to the end of the plane I suddenly realized that I liked myself. I’m not sure the whole reason why. Maybe because I really do want fathers and sons to sit together and what the heck is wrong with our airline systems that it’s financially prohibitive for families to sit together?
Or maybe because I really wanted to do something nice because I kinda think there is a semblance of like a karma-thing going on in life that is remotely related to the gospel-thing (although I would never print that or put it on the internet for millions of people to read).
Or maybe because I decided a long time ago who I was going to be and who I wasn’t going to be… and at times I actually live in the light of that decision.
I thought I should share that with you. I don't know all the reasons why but I liked myself.
EPILOGUE
My new seat afforded me the opportunity of sitting with people who were not smaller than me, who ate sausage and took naps on me throughout the flight. And then for an extended period of time I didn't like anyone.
Monday, February 11, 2008
Dangerous to Watch Latenight TBN
Here's a CNN story on Don Miller, who wrote Blue Like Jazz (one of my top 9 or so favorite books in the last couple of years). He cracks me up. My favorite quote of the article...
Watching TBN one night on TV, Miller, 36, realized the conservative religious network was many people's baseline for Christianity. He wanted to change that.
"These people are absurd. I've been a Christian all my life and I don't even know Christians this weird," said the Portland, Oregon-based writer, who is single.
Friday, February 08, 2008
Ownership
Someone asked me recently to give my opinion on why their life wasn’t ‘working better’. I responded with what I think is likely your number one issue as well…
Ownership. You get ownership all wrong.
You think you own what you don’t. And you seldom own the things you should.
Many of us don’t own our houses, our cars, or our possessions. (The bank or the credit card co owns them.) Nevertheless, we act like we do. Even if we didn’t finance our possessions the further point here goes deeper than just dollars. In a classic understatement I would point out that there is simply too much energy, emotion and attention paid to our possessions. Yet, we love possessions. Because…
We are possessive.
Meanwhile, what happens is the stuff ends up possessing us.
To borrow from Chuck Palahniuk’s Fight Club or Tolstoy’s The Death of Ivan Ilyich or Gandhi or Jesus.
And then there are the things we should be owning and spending our energy on… our motives, problems, needs, wants, blindspots, our issues and our faults. These are the areas we should be working on.* Yet, we divert attention, we create excuses. We look the other way. Because…
We don’t easily own our faults.
Have you ever tried to get someone to own up to something they did wrong? I have. I have three children. With children though, excuses are expected. They haven’t developed the maturity yet to understand that the sooner they admit fault, ask for forgiveness and try to work on their problems the sooner life starts to ‘work better’ for them. But, of course, that’s the problem… many adults haven’t learned this either. Getting them to own up to something is like backing a wild animal into a corner. Many of us would rather die with our excuses than own them.
This is all a part of our DNA. Remember some of the first conversation recorded? God says to Adam after he eats the forbidden fruit, “What were you thinking?” (And Adam thinks to himself, “I don’t know why I did that. I should just admit it and ask for forgiveness. Man, I feel really bad.) But then he opens his mouth and says, “The woman you put here with me… she made me do it.” Adam in a few short words blames God and then Eve rather than owning up.
Well, you see where this is all going. It’s time to take some inventory. What are you owning? What is owning you? What excuses are you making? If you want life to ‘work better’ you’ll have to wrestle with all this. It’s worth it!
* Oh, I should mention here that I’m not talking strictly about strengths and weaknesses of your personality, giftedness or aptitude. Marcus Buckingham has a lot of great stuff to say along these lines that I agree with whole-heartedly. What I’m referring more to is the inability to admit culpability in why your life is not working better. Hope you see the difference in the two.
Ownership. You get ownership all wrong.
You think you own what you don’t. And you seldom own the things you should.
Many of us don’t own our houses, our cars, or our possessions. (The bank or the credit card co owns them.) Nevertheless, we act like we do. Even if we didn’t finance our possessions the further point here goes deeper than just dollars. In a classic understatement I would point out that there is simply too much energy, emotion and attention paid to our possessions. Yet, we love possessions. Because…
We are possessive.
Meanwhile, what happens is the stuff ends up possessing us.
To borrow from Chuck Palahniuk’s Fight Club or Tolstoy’s The Death of Ivan Ilyich or Gandhi or Jesus.
And then there are the things we should be owning and spending our energy on… our motives, problems, needs, wants, blindspots, our issues and our faults. These are the areas we should be working on.* Yet, we divert attention, we create excuses. We look the other way. Because…
We don’t easily own our faults.
Have you ever tried to get someone to own up to something they did wrong? I have. I have three children. With children though, excuses are expected. They haven’t developed the maturity yet to understand that the sooner they admit fault, ask for forgiveness and try to work on their problems the sooner life starts to ‘work better’ for them. But, of course, that’s the problem… many adults haven’t learned this either. Getting them to own up to something is like backing a wild animal into a corner. Many of us would rather die with our excuses than own them.
This is all a part of our DNA. Remember some of the first conversation recorded? God says to Adam after he eats the forbidden fruit, “What were you thinking?” (And Adam thinks to himself, “I don’t know why I did that. I should just admit it and ask for forgiveness. Man, I feel really bad.) But then he opens his mouth and says, “The woman you put here with me… she made me do it.” Adam in a few short words blames God and then Eve rather than owning up.
Well, you see where this is all going. It’s time to take some inventory. What are you owning? What is owning you? What excuses are you making? If you want life to ‘work better’ you’ll have to wrestle with all this. It’s worth it!
* Oh, I should mention here that I’m not talking strictly about strengths and weaknesses of your personality, giftedness or aptitude. Marcus Buckingham has a lot of great stuff to say along these lines that I agree with whole-heartedly. What I’m referring more to is the inability to admit culpability in why your life is not working better. Hope you see the difference in the two.
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
Good Conflict, Bad Conflict
As churchofthecustomer.com blogs about, Communication is good but hearing incorrect communication is not always easy to deal with. Depending on your perspective though, conflict is not all bad.
I think there are two general types of conflict: Moral and Immoral.
Immoral = Deceit, lies, ½ truths, manipulations, Self-centeredness, Pride, Superiority, Anger, Envy, Coveting, Resentment, Bitterness, etc…
Moral = Misunderstanding, Miscommunication, Lack of communication
Lack of experience, False assumption, Jumping to conclusions, Lack of info, Different moral goals, Different expectations, Immaturity, etc…
The question is, what kind of conflict are you experiencing? Welcome conflict that is moral or ‘good’. This kind of conflict presents an opportunity to grow, learn and be a better person. But be very cautious to continue with one you are experiencing immoral or ‘bad’ conflict with. Run away! Run Away! (Which in classic digression reminds me of the old holiness classic, The Holy Grail).
I think there are two general types of conflict: Moral and Immoral.
Immoral = Deceit, lies, ½ truths, manipulations, Self-centeredness, Pride, Superiority, Anger, Envy, Coveting, Resentment, Bitterness, etc…
Moral = Misunderstanding, Miscommunication, Lack of communication
Lack of experience, False assumption, Jumping to conclusions, Lack of info, Different moral goals, Different expectations, Immaturity, etc…
The question is, what kind of conflict are you experiencing? Welcome conflict that is moral or ‘good’. This kind of conflict presents an opportunity to grow, learn and be a better person. But be very cautious to continue with one you are experiencing immoral or ‘bad’ conflict with. Run away! Run Away! (Which in classic digression reminds me of the old holiness classic, The Holy Grail).
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
Ambidextrous Faith Guy
Sometimes it's not easy to identify where the good and the bad comes from. (Jason Boyett's blog) It's not uncommon for people to respond to good things by saying something like, "Thank my lucky stars" or "The planets must have been aligned just right for me" or something along those lines. Yet when bad things happen those same people might well respond, "God why did this happen to me?" or "God, why are you out for me?" This might not be said literally but that's the essence of the attitude.
See the difference? Good stuff...? They don't acknowledge God. Bad stuff...? He's the first they cry out to.
But before I go any further about what I've witnessed others do I have to admit that I fall into a similar trap even though I'm supposed to know better. If I'm not careful I forget to be thankful in the good, remembering it all comes from God (James 1:17) but I can be very quick to complain to him.
Gregory of Nyssa coined the phrase "ambidextrous faith". It's the kind of faith that is able to receive blessings in one hand while simultaneously receiving hardships in the other without losing faith in the midst of it all.
So, I am learning to be ambidextrous. And how to draw.
Monday, February 04, 2008
The Super Bowl is Over. What are we going to do?
Although I am weary of all the super bowl hype it was a great game to watch. Of course many are talking about Belichick and the Pats lacking professionalism. For the record I think the most infamous lack of sportsmanship I witnessed on the professional level (we don't even want to get into church leagues) was Detroit walking out on the Chicago after Jordan's Bulls finally beat Thomas' Pistons in '91. Not only did they leave before the game was over they took the whole team off the floor, walked right by the Bulls bench without shaking their hands!
Also, lots of people are weighing in on their favorite super bowl commercials. I'm not altogether sure why but my favorite had to be the Doritos Mousetrap commercial.
Also, lots of people are weighing in on their favorite super bowl commercials. I'm not altogether sure why but my favorite had to be the Doritos Mousetrap commercial.
Friday, February 01, 2008
Side Effects (this post may not be for everyone including men and women)
I gotta be honest, the medical commercials where the disclaimers are twice as long as the benefits are really irritating.
Life is full of effects… Full on frontals, underneaths, sides, behinds… Keep pressing on. Don't look back. Luke 9:62 (The Message) Jesus said, "No procrastination. No backward looks. You can't put God's kingdom off till tomorrow. Seize the day."
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It did get me thinking though. What if there were disclaimers listed for all products. Here’s a sample commercial for your local evangelical church…
Looking For a New Church? Try out First Community. It’s great!
(the next part read extremely fast with a low voice) First Community isn’t for everyone, including men or women who are nursing or pregnant or who may become pregnant or a nurse. First Community may not be right for those with adverse reactions to large amounts of rules, regulations and guilt. Many members of First Community have experienced boring committees, chronically under-funded programs, and mind-numbing weekend retreats to reformulate the existing mission statement. Please consult a professional before trying First Community.
- Because they’re annoying. (but I guess I already said that)
- Because the negative is highlighted.
- Because it drives home the point that we live in a society where legislation has to exist in order to force companies to be honest about their products. When you stop to think about this it’s almost unbelievable. Isn’t there some kind of Hippocratic oath that pharmaceutical/medical/drug company people take? Are they really just out for money so much that the would sell drugs without consideration of the side effects to the point that laws had to be passed to get them to communicate more accurately? (Apparently).
- Because the obvious response is, “All things have side effects.” Actually Barry Schwartz, from Seth Godin’s book “Small is the New Big,” has a more accurate way of looking at it. He says there are no “side effects” there’s only effects. Everything good and bad affects everything around it.
Life is full of effects… Full on frontals, underneaths, sides, behinds… Keep pressing on. Don't look back. Luke 9:62 (The Message) Jesus said, "No procrastination. No backward looks. You can't put God's kingdom off till tomorrow. Seize the day."
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It did get me thinking though. What if there were disclaimers listed for all products. Here’s a sample commercial for your local evangelical church…
Looking For a New Church? Try out First Community. It’s great!
(the next part read extremely fast with a low voice) First Community isn’t for everyone, including men or women who are nursing or pregnant or who may become pregnant or a nurse. First Community may not be right for those with adverse reactions to large amounts of rules, regulations and guilt. Many members of First Community have experienced boring committees, chronically under-funded programs, and mind-numbing weekend retreats to reformulate the existing mission statement. Please consult a professional before trying First Community.
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