At the Martin Luther King Jr. Parade I had the opportunity to hand Steveland Hardaway Judkins, aka Stevie Wonder, a Giant $100.00 bill Gospel tract signed, sealed, delivered; it was a bit of a challenge though. I had to call out “Hey Stevie! Hey Stevie! Hold out your arm! I’ve got a Giant $100.00 bill for
“Who has the money?” the Sheriff asked angrily as he jumped aboard the MetroRail, staring down the passengers heading to the Rose Parade.
I had the money. A whole backpack full of Million-Dollar-bill Gospel-tracts money.
The deputy scanned the crowded train looking for suspects. I stayed silent. I had no idea that it would come to this…
The train had stopped. I stuck a fist full of dollars out the door, handing out tracts to the multitude of de-training Tournament of Roses parade-goers. Everyone grabbed a bill joyfully. I handed a stack to a stranger and told him to hand them out to everyone. He nodded, then dropped the whole stack. A whole pile of phony cash fluttered around the floor boards of the MetroRail station. I quickly stooped to pick them up, shoved them into my pack, stepped back onto the train when—WHOOSH! The Philistine was upon me! The Philistine was upon me!
“Who has the money?” the very determined Sheriff repeated. I have the right to remain silent, I have the right to remain silent…
I spoke up. Meekly. “Uh, I do, Sir.”
“Step off the train right now!” he demanded.
My Friend Frank, the Atheist
Atheist evangelists. Why? Can you think of anything more ridiculous than grown men standing around with signs proclaiming that God doesn’t exist? If He doesn’t exist, why even mention it? These guys were middle-aged engineers, wasting their time under a brilliantly beautiful blue sky—a designer-less heaven, of course. But I had a little fun with them, especially Frank
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