Heading out of town yesterday morning I passed two signs heralding Father’s Day.
One was in front of a church. It said: “Sermon: A Special Father’s Day.”
The other was a small restaurant. It’s sign said: “Breakfast: A Father’s Day Special.”
One parking lot was crammed beyond capacity. The other’s parking lot only had two cars visible.
Guess which was which?
Commentary: it is sad that a breakfast special for fathers is far more interesting to the world than a “nice” speech about fathers. One is supposed to represent a powerful Being who gives life, while the other represents a good time with dad. Seems we Christian-type folks have really screwed up our message…
Yeah, I am kinda radical.