I have completely arbitrarily chosen to ordain this week as Preacher Boy Week. (ha! ordain! get it??) This is a decision for which I would like to apologize in advance since I am completely unprepared and have no idea what I’m going to write for the next five days. I’m hopeful that panic and desperation will provide the needed inspiration. If not, then in the grand tradition of preacher boys I’ll simply rip off the notes of some other writer and not give them credit.
I will make you this one pledge: you can rest assured that whatever drivel I do concoct will not be blamed on the Holy Spirit or wrongly attributed to either C.H. Spurgeon or Abraham Lincoln (both of whom have suffered quite enough of that sort of thing).
To start things off in proper fashion I’ve included the above picture of me at twenty-four years old standing in the pulpit of a fundamentalist church. That church is now gone. I’ll let others judge whether this was cause and effect.
If I get an online friend request or e-mail from PastorSteveandSuzySmith or JaredandHisLovingHelpmeetOverWhomHeExercisesGodlyHeadshipAndSpiritualCovering@juno.com it’s a pretty good chance that it’s coming from people who were part of my former fundy life.
The strange thing is that this is almost invariably an account used exclusively by the female half of that duo. The man almost never posts or apparently ever logs in even though his name the most prominent feature on the address or screen name.
Why do they do this? I really have no idea — but it’s far too frequent to be mere coincidence.
Since the holiday weekend is almost upon us I’m putting up this week’s challenge a little early. It’s simple this week. All you have to do is come up with an acrostic for the word FUNDIES.
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And…go.
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