Beloveds, you now have the right to pray, thanks to all the good people who voted for Amendment 2 on Tuesday. I had so many pent up prayers within me that I hadn’t been able to express up until 7 p.m. on Election Day. I spent the entire next day just catching up.
This new Amendment means my son can ask for divine help on his math tests and, heaven knows, he needs the intervention. I’ve been suspecting all along that his failure had nothing to do with his smarts. It was his inability to pray that was causing his bad grades.
I rejoiced to read that 83% of us Missourians voted for praying anytime we see fit--not that folks do all that much talking to the Creator--but they don’t want anyone telling them they can’t and, besides that, we feared being struck by lightning upon leaving the voting booth if we didn’t come down on the side of prayer. I bet they can’t get that big a vote for prayer even in Mississippi.
When I found out that I now had the right to express my religious beliefs whenever and where ever I wanted, I immediately gathered up some church pamphlets and began distributing them on the street corner. I felt so good and free, since I’ve never been able to do that before. But there was a problem. People ignored me and threw my literature on the ground. Do you suppose we should have made that Amendment a little stricter, so they couldn’t do such a sacrilegious thing?
And another thing. My son came home from school, saying a classmate has a prayer rug and can now pray several times a day by his desk while the other students take a timeout as a show of respect. I don’t want him hearing them Muslim prayers in school. Why don’t they pray to themselves or in their own mosques? Now my son wants a rug to pray on. What’s the world coming to?
Christianity is certainly under attack these days and we’re going to fix that, starting right here in Missouri. I’m sending a letter to Todd Akin to see what can be done.
