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All I wanted was to see the preacher about my joblessness; she said Jesus could give me a job. You remember the lady preacher I told you about, the last time? Okay, let me explain, I'm not here to see her because of what she said about Jesus saving me. Honestly, I don't know what I need to be saved from. As a matter of fact, if there's anything needing saving from right now in my life, it'd be this crazy joblessness.
To tell you the truth, I am not a church going person, I really don't care about all that clapping and shouting and God and Jesus and what is the other stuff that make them speak that language that no one understands? Oh yes, they call him 'Holy Spirit'. However, for the sake of my joblessness, I don't mind coming to see this preacher. Despite my dislike for churches, this preacher looks believable and she's undeniably beautiful too; I mean, touch-down beautiful. You should see her. I don't know why anyone would be wasting such fine figure and pretty face in a church. In my opinion, that figure and face belong to the club or some crazy successful magazine, or perhaps a giant billboard somewhere in NYC. I'm guessing we're about the same age, and I don't think she's married either.
By the way, just this afternoon, I ran into the little girl from the other day; the one I tried to save from drowning in the swimming pool during my swimming pool attendant job interview. I wished there was somewhere to hid. She must have told her friends how we both almost drowned while I was trying to save her. I wondered what the giggling was about. "Childish crazy children, it'll all make sense how difficult it is to get a job when you're grown", just thinking. Whatever. Anyway, I really don't care anymore. I decided to take swimming lessons after that terrible incident, just in case.
So, here I am at the preacher's office. I've been told I must wait for at least 45 minutes before I can see her as she is on phone with her sick father. Wow! Now, tell me something, I thought she's got it all figured out. A sick father with all the talk about everything being possible? Wow! What am I doing here?
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All I wanted was to see the preacher about my joblessness; she said Jesus could give me a job. You remember the lady preacher I told you about, the last time? Okay, let me explain, I'm not here to see her because of what she said about Jesus saving me. Honestly, I don't know what I need to be saved from. As a matter of fact, if there's anything needing saving from right now in my life, it'd be this crazy joblessness.
To tell you the truth, I am not a church going person, I really don't care about all that clapping and shouting and God and Jesus and what is the other stuff that make them speak that language that no one understands? Oh yes, they call him 'Holy Spirit'. However, for the sake of my joblessness, I don't mind coming to see this preacher. Despite my dislike for churches, this preacher looks believable and she's undeniably beautiful too; I mean, touch-down beautiful. You should see her. I don't know why anyone would be wasting such fine figure and pretty face in a church. In my opinion, that figure and face belong to the club or some crazy successful magazine, or perhaps a giant billboard somewhere in NYC. I'm guessing we're about the same age, and I don't think she's married either.
By the way, just this afternoon, I ran into the little girl from the other day; the one I tried to save from drowning in the swimming pool during my swimming pool attendant job interview. I wished there was somewhere to hid. She must have told her friends how we both almost drowned while I was trying to save her. I wondered what the giggling was about. "Childish crazy children, it'll all make sense how difficult it is to get a job when you're grown", just thinking. Whatever. Anyway, I really don't care anymore. I decided to take swimming lessons after that terrible incident, just in case.
So, here I am at the preacher's office. I've been told I must wait for at least 45 minutes before I can see her as she is on phone with her sick father. Wow! Now, tell me something, I thought she's got it all figured out. A sick father with all the talk about everything being possible? Wow! What am I doing here?
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Am eager to know what next after Rush got in to see the Pastor. Nice writing!
ReplyDeleteTruth is, I can't predict Rush...I too am marking him closely to know his next move
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