james said:A few years ago during a visit, my mom presented me with a pair of sandals. Now, I would bite my grandmother before I'd ever wear a pair of fucking sandals (no offense to my man JRoot, who I know gets down like that--it's a lifestyle choice, I understand) . . .
None taken. But my grandmother is dead on both sides, so don't go biting her either when you find your feet laced with papers, etc.
I once got heckled by a homeless dude in church while giving a sermon on youth sunday that referenced both Malcolm X and MLK (I think Youth Sunday was on Malcolm X's birthday or something). The scripture passage had to do with the transfiguration and going to the mountaintop, so I was talking about how we are all trying to get to the mountaintop, but we are beset by iniquities and all that worldly ish that just drags us down and keeps us from getting there. Then the homeless dude gets up and asks, "Does the speaker claim to be innocent of all these?" I got so frazzled that I repeated almost every single sentence after that. I later learned that the church authorities told the homeless dude that he wasn't welcome at our church anymore, which really bummed me out. Even if it did mess up my sermon, it's not very christian to throw him out. God doesn't care as much about my sermon as he does about the homeless dude's soul. And frankly, neither did I. So I guess I'm confessing that a) I was a boy preacher and b) I accidentally got a homeless dude kicked out of church.
I'd confess about the mandals, but james has already outed me on that front. Every good sinner knows that confessing the stuff everyone already knows about is much easier than confessing the really dark and secret stuff.