Some woman I never met told me point blank at the gym that I should pray more. After staring at her in disbelief for ten solid seconds, she told me I had a disability because I had sinned. Obviously.
So I asked her why I should pray a God that disabled me: she told me God loved me and had a plan for me. Tough love I guess. But hey, if there’s a plan…
Then I asked her if my limbs would grow back if I prayed enough: no she said, but it’s not too late to let Jesus into my life.
Well that made total sense. I’m off to church then…
“Don’t you have time for our lord and saviour?”
“I still haven’t finished reading the Times, I’ll drop by them when I’m done”