wanted to pull your car over, ciphon some gas out of the tank onto a church marquis, drop a lit match and stand back to watch?
Yea, me too.
I wish this was a joke. It’s not. I took this picture two weeks ago in my hometown. The church has had quite a few troublesome signs in my lifetime. More than once while growing up I thought about writing a letter to the pastor, or just going up there at night and rearranging the letters to say something funny. When my wife and I rode by it the first time, we were both literally speechless for about 30 seconds. I simply had no words. I had honestly forgotten that there are still people within Christendom today that fight worship wars.
Thanks for the stomach-churning reminder, Emmanuel Baptist Church.