Today's post is dedicated to an individual whose dreams are even more bizarre than mine, Jess of Apropos of Something. I have a love-hate relationship with people who might be funnier than me -- I love them right up to the point that they disappear in a mysterious boating accident. I hate it when that happens. Anyway, Jess' blog is definitely worth checking out. Frequent visitors to this blog will know that I have a tendency to dream about 70s sitcom characters. A recent post on his Jess' blog reminded me of a dream I had several years ago. At the time I was attending a church in Michigan which had the distinction of being the most liberal church in an extremely conservative denomination. It was pretty traditional really, except for the occasional weird thing like somebody doing an interpretive dance on Paul's Second Epistle to the Corinthians or something. Other than stuff like that, it was your typical white people sitting quietly and singing songs kind of church. In this dream our regular pastor was absent, so the sermon was being delivered by Jimmy Walker of Good Times fame. He was whipping the crowd into a frenzy, waving his Bible and doing the animated black preacher thing. But instead of greeting his proclamations with a loud "Amen!", the crowd were yelling in unison (say it with me now):
DYN-O-MITE!!!
Tell me you wouldn't want to go to that church.
Labels: Shout-Outs
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