A sign from the Lord

There is a church building that I pass on my drive to and from work. Whoever puts the messages on the sign in front of it understands that God has a sense of humor.Often the standard “Prayer Conditioned” or “Sign Broken. Message Inside” is posted, but sometimes the humor is unintentional. In passing the other day, I read “Pancake Breakfast. Sunday 9:30.” This caught my attention because, well…pancakes! Who doesn’t love pancakes? I thought about converting to Epresbapiscolterianism right there on the spot just to get my lips around those sweet, sweet disks. But I drove on and my brain started a series of random firings. Pancakes…this Sunday…wait, Sunday morning? 9:30. 9:30? AM? Isn’t that about the time they have their worship service? Pancakes?! That has got to be one rocking Eucharist. Most churches will pony up a cracker or a crust of bread, but this congregation is going the proverbial extra mile. Oh, the sweet, maple syrup covered body of Christ. What a beautiful tribute to our savior. Stacks and stacks of silver dollar pancakes with a maple syrup chaser to replace the traditional wine. I have become very interested in Epresbapiscolterianism and may enter The Southeastern Epresbapiscolterianism Seminary and Culinary School in the spring. I wonder what they use instead of holy water. If God smiles on me, it will be beer.

Take two what? This is hard to swallow.

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