by David Stillwagon
Christian club got together on Thursday evening
at 8 oclock. I didnt want to go but
my wife thought it was a good way to meet people.
I still didnt want to go. The people there
were kind of weird, almost creepy. They all
grinned a little too much, as if they had a
think that there would be any initiation, you
know, like paddling my ass or anything. We
probably would just talk about God for an hour or
so; then I would be out of there.
happy to see me and they hoped that I would come
back. I hadnt even sat through their
meeting yet. I guess they figured that I might
not like the club. The head guy made me stand up
and introduce myself. That wasnt bad,
except they were still grinning at me.
was about Noah and the ark. I knew the story well.
Animals, two by two, go in the ark; everybody
else drowns. They cut back on their grinning when
they mentioned about the unbelievers slowly
watching the time and it is really, really slow.
I cant believe that time could actually
stop but it did.
to make a joke. He wished that Noah had forgotten
to take mosquitoes on the ark. I guess he had
been bitten a lot this summer. Everybody laughed.
They thought that was real funny.
I thought I
would take a chance at a little humor. I said
that either Noah or his wife must have had crabs
because we still have them today. It was the
wrong material for this crowd.
bothered to ask me to come back after that, which