Before uttering that prayer to the god of your choice, you might want to make sure you’ve lived up to his/her/its lofty expectations. As this family in Alabama recently discovered:
Worried about the safety of her family during a stormy Memorial Day trip to the beach, Clara Jean Brown stood in her kitchen and prayed for their safe return as a strong thunderstorm rumbled through Baldwin County, Alabama.
But while she prayed, lightning suddenly exploded, blowing through the linoleum and leaving a blackened area on the concrete. Brown wound up on the floor, dazed and disoriented by the blast but otherwise uninjured. She said ‘Amen’ and the room was engulfed in a huge ball of fire. The 65-year-old Brown said she is blessed to be alive.
Thanks for the near smiting, oh lord. I’ll tithe more next Sunday, promise!
In other news, I’m happily re-subscribed to BoingBoing for great little morsels like this.
Eesh. Yeah, sorry bout that. My bad.
Yknow prayer communication aint what it used to be…
I said, “…And if I’m lyin, strike me where I stand Lord.” Then the lousy bastard goes ahead and does it! Where was he when I needed the Powerball numbers?
Meh. I got more pressing issues than your damn Powerball. Ever heard of the Middle East? Huh? World hunger? Hmm?
My hands are full here.
I told you… COMMUNICATION ERROR.
That bolt was headed toward D.C. Again, my bad.
Dad, I told you you need to switch to Verizon.
Me Christ on a Stick!
*slap*
Never, ever take your name in vain again, mister.
BoingBoing is definitely top-drawer interw3b material. Jack Mangan just got a link up there for commenting on a Scott Sigler interview Mark Frauenfelder posted about, so Mr. Deadpan’s site hits probably blew up exponentially in the last few hours.
Go Jack!
Nice, Alvie gets me too.