
What is it in tomato juice that washes out the smell when your puppy decides that curiosity is better than discretion when he/she contacts the "swamp kitty" for the first time? Is there a metaphysical picture of us being the stinkin' skunks in God's nostrils that can only be cleansed by the red, viscous fluid known as Christ's Blood?
Does this pondering count as a semi-early morning epiphany as I've got "Dead Skunk" as sung by Loudon Wainwright III cranked on You Tube? If you want a good listen, go to http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UejelYnVI3U and crank that country western UP!! Gee, maybe we could incorporate this tune in the Stonewalled Charismatic Presbyterian Hymnal under the Total Depravity section??!!
Got tomato juice?
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