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Scratchy vanity 45s, pilfered field recordings, muddy off-the-radio sounds, homemade congregational tapes and vintage commercial gospel throw-downs; a little preachin', a little salvation, a little audio tomfoolery.
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sinner:
P-90:
sinner:
Brother Ray:
JakeGould:
DeaconDave:
chris:
Brother Ray:
sinner:
JakeGould:
DeaconDave:
sinner:
chris:
DeaconDave:
Brother Ray:
Brother Ray:
sinner:
DeaconDave:
DeaconDave:
DeaconDave:
"Now, we'll take the collection and see which one I'll deliver.
DeaconDave:
proceeded toward the back of the church for his usual greetings and handshaking as the congregation left the church. After shaking a few adult hands he came upon the seven year old son of one of the Deacons of the church. "Good morning, Jonathan," the preacher said as he reached out to shake Jonathan's hand. As he was doing do he felt something in the palm of Jonathan's hand. "What's this?" the preacher asked. "Money," said Jonathan with a big smile on his face, "It's for you!" "I don't want to take your money, Jonathan," the preacher answered. "I want you to have it," said Jonathan. After a short pause Jonathan continued, "My daddy says you're the ever poorest preacher we ever had and I want to help you."
DeaconDave:
"That's okay with us," the mother said, "But what made you decide to be a minister?"
"Well," the boy replied, "I'll have to go to church on Sunday anyway, and I figure it will be more fun to stand up and yell than to sit still and listen.
sinner:
DeaconDave:
DeaconDave:
in anguish and cried out, "What shall I do?"A voice came back from the heavens saying, "Repaint, and thin no more!"
sinner:
DeaconDave:
in anguish and cried out, "What shall I do?"A voice came back from the heavens saying, "Repaint, and thin no more!"
DeaconDave:
chris:
common:
chris:
DeaconDave:
JakeGould:
sinner:
Brother Ray:
Brother Ray:
chris:
Brother Ray:
Bronwyn Bishop:
DeaconDave:
Bronwyn Bishop:
DeaconDave:
God said, "OK, let me see you do it."
So the atheist bent down to the ground and scooped up a handful. But God stopped him and said, "Oh, no you don't. Get your own dirt!"
sinner:
JakeGould:
DeaconDave:
"Oh, yah. My dad scribbles a few words, calls it a poem and they pay him 100 bucks."
"That's nothin'," said the third kid. My dad scribbles a few words, calls it a sermon and it takes six people to collect all the money!"
sinner:
chris:
JakeGould:
DeaconDave:
Brother Ray:
DeaconDave:
JakeGould:
Brother Ray:
DeaconDave:
God must have a sense of humor. He created us, didn't He?
One day he was losing badly when he saw a priest step onto the track, walk up to line-up and bless one of the horses on the forehead. The horse was a long shot, but the Southern Baptist thought, "With the priest's blessing, surely this horse will win." He placed a small bet and, sure enough, the horse came in first.
At the next race, the priest stepped onto the track and blessed another horse's forehead. Even though this horse was also a long shot, the Southern Baptist was a little bolder this time and placed a larger bet on that horse. Again, it won.
A third time, the priest stepped onto the track and blessed a horse on the forehead. Like the others, this horse was also a long shot. The Southern Baptist placed an even larger bet this time and, sure enough the horse won.
This pattern continued throughout the day with the priest blessing the forehead of a long shot horse, the Southern Baptist placing larger and larger bets and the horse always winning.
At the last race of the day, the Southern Baptist thought, "I have got to go for broke here." With great anticipation, he watched as the priest stepped onto the field one more time, walked up to the line-up and blessed the forehead, eyes, ears and hooves of one of the horses. The Southern Baptist ran to the ticket counter and bet all he had on that horse.
The horse came in dead last!
As he was walking out, he saw the priest. Walking up to him, he demanded, "What happened? All day long you blessed horses and they won, even though they were long shots. Then at the last race you blessed a horse, I bet everything and the horse lost."
"That's the problem with you Protestants," said the priest. "You can't tell the difference between a simple blessing and the Last Rites."
Bronwyn Bishop:
DeaconDave:
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Brother Ray:
JakeGould:
Brother Ray:
Lonely Planet Boy:
chris:
JakeGould:
chris:
sinner:
BR: Where's your hand right now??
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Brother Ray:
DeaconDave:
Brother Ray:
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jon:
Brother Ray:
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JakeGould:
jon:
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Brother Ray:
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Ken From Hyde Park:
DeaconDave:
Brother Ray:
Brother Ray:
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