Westboro Baptist church gives Baptists churches a bad name. Asshats. I went to church today. Speaking of hats, a few church ladies still do wear those hats and stuff and they all seemed to be sitting on the left side of the church. They’re adorable. Guess what I wore? A huge pink flamingo hat with purple plumes, a mink stole and white patent leather pumps, three inches high. I DID NOT wear that! I wore the same clothes I’ve been wearing all week. God doesn’t judge me for it so neither should you.
The minister is the best. I haven’t been there for a couple of years, but I ran there today. I couldn’t take the shit going on in my head about the children in Newton. I still haven’t seen one news report or read any media on this. I’m a mess without it. When I go to Aol to get email, I look to the right, away from the media crap. I think the media needs to be pulled in. I hate them now.
On Saturday, I called my Auntie. She’s also the best. She’s a minister. Really down to earth and like a social worker I guess you could say. Very easy to talk to. That helped.
Today Rev. Jessie T. Williams delivered — I tell ya what. The altar prayer was also amazing.
I’ve mentioned it before that this minister is intellectual, and he definitely has the spirit. Intellect and spirituality are not mutually exclusive. Some philosophers will tell you that.
He broke it down today! I almost feel that what he says coincides with science.
A man came late to the service and sat down between a woman and me. Not only was he fidgeting the whole time but he was chatty as hell toward the end. I wonder if he was trying to get his rap on. All I know is I flew up out of there when it was over — didn’t want to find that out.