Mrs. Finny was aghast that I posted that yesterday, Preach. I told her not to worry, you'd probably laugh about it.
Tell Mrs. Finny that I am not your run-of-the-mill Baptist minister--and I don't think God ever wants me to become one! (a run-of-the-mill one, that is).
BTW, free prayers of forgiveness if anyone can guess the late 70s/early 80s tv show referenced with the End-of-the-World Lawn Furniture. Jonzr should now be old enough to remember.