Monday, April 03, 2006
On prophets, blue tangles and the jawbone of an ass..
After Sunday night's service Ted came up and asked me, the Reverend U.J. Hineyken to lay hands on him.
"Why do you come to me my son?" I asked him.
"You're the prophet, YOU tell me!", he replied.
After Ted put some money in the tip jar I found it necessary to straighten Ted's hair so he would be presentable to the Lord.
I soon discovered that nothing could be done with Ted's hair because of all the FreeWill allowed in Ted's life. My fingers became entangled in sin that had manifested itself into tiny blueish gray curls. Teds tangled hair was the reason for his troubled soul.
Ted's humility and brokenness before God's chosen instrument Reverend U.J. Hineyken was soon rewarded as my healing fingers broke free and I untangled years of vanity and strife.
The picture below captures our joyous moment immediately after the healing.
Immediately after the healing service Ted announced his conversion to the religion of Samson, the Nazarite.
He was last seen with the jawbone of an ass running down Highway 41.
Lord, he was born a rambling man.
Posted by Whistle Britches at 4/03/2006 09:56:00 PM