Sunday is, as usual, the day for my driving lesson. And a driving lesson brings yet another string of sermons from N’s favorite Christian radio station. All of those sermons are a little bizarre, but today’s were special.
The first sermon was by a preacher who thanked God for the nuclear bomb because it was “a great equalizer in our fight with the Asian hordes.”
When I practice, N walks by the car, giving me directions (we were practicing driving into a garage today.)
“What station is this?” he asked when he heard the “praise the Lord for the bomb” bit. “Go back to that Christian station.”
“This is the Christian station,” I said. “It’s just a nice, loving message of obliterate-the-yellow-people-for-the-love-of-God.”
The next sermon was about taxes. The preacher told his audience that the concept of taxes was ungodly and we should resist the extortionate government that wants to rob us and give money to lazy people.
“And what, you are going to tell me this is still the Christian station?” N asked sarcastically.
“I haven’t even touched this radio!” I replied.
“But wasn’t Jesus in favor of paying taxes?” N asked.
“Yes, and he was also in favor of not killing people, but who cares about that boring fella?” I said.
Seriously, folks, what kind of Christians are these?