We set up our dummy, Eutychus’ Sis, on the Redondo Beach Pier last Saturday to attract the crowds.
People would stop in horror; we would preach to them. After three sermons by three evangelists, it was my turn. I gave it a go and when I finished, three policemen greeted me. Someone had complained about the dummy. In fact, according to them a lot of people complained.
“People don’t like that there,” said the lead officer. “They don’t want to be reminded of death while enjoying a day out on the pier.”
“That’s precisely why we put it there,” I explained.
The constables didn’t understand the urgency, so we packed up our stuff and moved along. I’m no dummy; they have guns.