Change is inevitable, except from a vending machine.

Here's the thing.  An "Evangelical" type said once to me "Why aren't you in church, it's Sunday".  

I responded "You say God is everywhere, so therefore I say everywhere is God.".

"So I'm going to my church, the park, and do a marathon.".

That came to mind because at 530AM I was listening to a "New Yorker Radio Hour" discussion on CBC about comparative religion while dodging a police action a quarter mile from the house.  

They left before I got to the spot and we walked safely, I'm hardly ever a target.  I "look like a helper" as Mr Rogers would say.  I'm someone in an emergency you would expect to know what to do to make it safer for all.

Even if I'm just a smart azz regular guy with no more input on general things than you do.





 A few minutes before the services started, the townspeople were sitting in their pews and talking.

Suddenly, Satan appeared at the front of the church. Everyone started screaming and running for the front entrance, trampling each other in a frantic effort to get away from evil incarnate.

Soon everyone had exited the church except for one elderly gentleman who sat calmly in his pew without moving, seeming oblivious to the fact that God's ultimate enemy was in his presence.

So Satan walked up to the old man and said, "Don't you know who I am?" The man replied, "Yep, sure do."

"Aren't you afraid of me?" Satan asked.

"Nope, sure ain't," said the man.

"Don't you realize I can kill you with a word?" asked Satan.

"Don't doubt it for a minute," returned the old man, in an even tone.

"Did you know that I could cause you profound, horrifying, physical AGONY... for all eternity?" persisted Satan.

"Yep," was the calm reply.

"And you're still not afraid?" asked Satan.

"Nope."

More than a little perturbed, Satan asked, "Well, why aren't you afraid of me?!"

The man calmly replied, "Been married to your sister for the last 48 years."