actually it started back when
he was dating
my beloved Sister-in-law),
has a problem with FIRE.
His first parsonage, on an early Sunday morning . . .
(super heated walls from an over-worked furnace
during one of the coldest Michigan winters on record),
a great smoking pit in the ground
(saved all 7 cats though . . . hooray),
and the reading for the day was:
He, of course, being a good leader,The pivots on the thresholds shook at the voices of those who called, and the house filled with smoke. Isaiah 6:4 etc.
offered sensory input . . .
with the smell of smoke and singed hair.
His next burnt offering was his car,
(spontaneous combustion),on the Schuylkill,
on the way to a synod conference . . .
backed up traffic for miles . . .
many people were late for that conference.
And since then,
many personal computers
in his household,
have self immolated.
As he and his wife were bemoaning
the latest computer suicide,
I pointed out his long history with
fire . . .
At least I'm getting cheaper.