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Jun. 13th, 2003 06:27 pmSo I was watching That's Incredible! The Reunion (because I liked that show when I was young), and found that it was followed by the Franklin Graham hour--Franklin being Billy Graham's son. I decided, why not keep watching; I'd never seen Billy Graham speak, and this seemed the closest thing available.
So I'm watching, and eventually I decide to call the line they advertised on the screen. It said the line was for "spiritual help". I talked to a woman, an elderly woman by her own admission, who said she was there to guide me to Jesus. (Yes, I've been saved before; I didn't tell her.)
At the end of our call, the conversation went something like this (I've paraphrased):
her: You need to find a church family near you.
me: I have one, but it's far away, and I don't have a car right now. So I can't get there. I don't mind studying the Bible at home, though.
her: Oh. Well, when God gives you the gift of a car, maybe you could make it to church.
me: Yeah.
her: So, what's your occupation?
me: I'm a clerical worker.
her: So you work from home?
me: No, I work in an office.
her: How do you make it back and forth to work?
me: I take the bus. [This is a white lie; my dad takes me to work in a car that is on its last legs.]
her: Oh. *COUGH* *COUGH*
me: [pause, idly thinking] Oh, but the bus doesn't run on Sundays!
her: Ah. Right. Well, goodnight.
So I'm watching, and eventually I decide to call the line they advertised on the screen. It said the line was for "spiritual help". I talked to a woman, an elderly woman by her own admission, who said she was there to guide me to Jesus. (Yes, I've been saved before; I didn't tell her.)
At the end of our call, the conversation went something like this (I've paraphrased):
her: You need to find a church family near you.
me: I have one, but it's far away, and I don't have a car right now. So I can't get there. I don't mind studying the Bible at home, though.
her: Oh. Well, when God gives you the gift of a car, maybe you could make it to church.
me: Yeah.
her: So, what's your occupation?
me: I'm a clerical worker.
her: So you work from home?
me: No, I work in an office.
her: How do you make it back and forth to work?
me: I take the bus. [This is a white lie; my dad takes me to work in a car that is on its last legs.]
her: Oh. *COUGH* *COUGH*
me: [pause, idly thinking] Oh, but the bus doesn't run on Sundays!
her: Ah. Right. Well, goodnight.