Tuesday, October 4, 2011

GUEST BLEACHER: JOEL OLSTEEN

Today we have a Guest Bleacher (blog-preacher) that I believe will leave many of you in shock.  That's right, Joel Olsteen is going to be giving the Blermon (blog-sermon) today.  It doesn't take but a cursory reading of this blog to know how I feel about JO - still, I am happy that he will be gracing us with his presence, and I can only hope that we will all be blessed as a result.  So it is without umbrage, or whatever, I introduce to you Brother JOEL OLSTEEN!  Please make him feel welcome!  

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OK, well...what a surprise.  It looks like pretty boy has stood us up.  Get what you pay for!  (Sigh)

Of course my critics will say that I should have actually "made contact" and "told" Joel Olsteen that I was expecting him to Bleach today, and that by NOT telling him that his AWOL-ness is somehow my fault.

HA!!!  Silly critics...this is Joel Olsteen we're talkin' about.  I'm in the clear.  Mr. Big Shot should have known what I wanted him to do. 

So...there.

Bottom line: I am STILL a better Bleacher than Joel Olsteen. 

Now THAT's what I call a GOOD Tuesday.

As together we stand and sing.

BP

Monday, October 3, 2011

All THINGS ARE POSSIBLE


In Matthew 19 the Bible says, 

"...with man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible."

You may wanna think that one through before you get all excited about it.  Just because something IS possible doesn't necessarily mean you should be doin' it.  Case...in...point: 

I know this is going to come as a shock to many of you, but today I have done the impossible.

Today I did what no man has EVER done.  Oh, they say they've done it.  They talk like they've done it.  But all such talk is so much fluff and metaphor.

As for me and MY house...I really HAVE done it!

It's so exciting.  I hope there's a way I can make money off of this.  I doubt there is but with the right long term Twitter strategy...who knows?

You say, "Well, Preacher what is it exactly that you have done that has heretofore been deemed impossible?"

It's a fantastic question.

Answer: Today I LITERALLY have managed to jam exactly 117 hours into one day!  

I don't mean it FEELS like it.  I don't don't mean I had a LONG day.

I mean from the time I woke up this morning at 4:00 am, I have managed to add roughly 7 million minutes to each 60 minute hour and somehow come out with 117 hours...and the day isn't even over yet!  

The good news is I still have somewhere around 3 years of work to finish before I sleep!

Isn't that wonderful?

Isn't that a truckload of peaches?

Who do I get to KILL for this?

As together we stand and sing.

BP

Sunday, October 2, 2011

DESPERATE TIMES, DESPERATE PREACHING


In recent weeks I have been engaging in what I like to call, "Experimental Preaching".  

With all of the distractions of modern day life, the Iphones and Ipods and the...Idon'tknowwhat'sit's, it can take all of a Preacher's massive preaching skills and crowd control talents just to get an audience to pay attention long enough to get through a Bible-based, 3-point, 2 joke, 1 dog story sermon.  It isn't like it used to be when all you had to worry about was church fans and a few tent revival flies.  It's serious now.

So it is too with the modern day Blurch (blog-church).  There is no telling how many things I'm unknowingly competing with right now just to get you to read this Blermon (blog-sermon).  So...

Desperate times, require desperate Bleaching (blog-preaching).  So here goes...

Behold
the
Preacher
in
his study,
looking like
diving
buddy.
See 
the
goggles
on
his
head?
See
the
flippers
in 
his
BED?
What kind
of man
is this
CREATURE?
Just
a
'nother
desperate
PREACHER!
Preaching still
the words
of God
while
struggling
'gainst
Ipad and pod.

Whatever it takes...

As together we stand and sing.

BP

Saturday, October 1, 2011

I NEED YOUR HELP


Dear Blongregation (Blog-Congregation),

Earlier this morning I was abducted by my wife, Gidget, and am now being forced to participate as her Sherpa at a mile long yard sale in the wild back country of Tennessee.  

As those of you who know me are already well aware...I'm probably not gonna make it.  I'm a Preacher for cryin' out loud, not a pack mule.  I haven't lifted anything heavier than a Bible Concordance for 22 years.  The longest walk I've been on was when I dressed up as the Apostle Paul at an outdoor V.B.S. and delivered cookies to "the Churches of Ephesus" - AKA Grades 2-4.  Plus that, I have never understood the whole "buying other people's junk" thing. 

I want you to know you have been a wonderful Blurch (Blog-Church) and no one has been a better Bleacher (Blog-Preacher) than me.

Be of good cheer - wth the Lord there is always hope.  

It could rain.  

Gidget could become distracted by some project here at home.

And of course...I could always die.  

In the end know that while it's too late to fast,  you can still pray for me...so get to it!

As together we stand and sing.

BP

Friday, September 30, 2011

JUST FOR FUN


Here’s something fun you can try at home.

STEP 1: Get yourself Blurch (blog- church) and begin Bleaching (blog-preaching) on it.  Do that for about 4 months or so, every day, without fail.

STEP 2: Once the ideas of what to Bleach about start to go a little dry, do some traveling, talk to some people, spend some time reading some newspapers and books.  Really work hard at getting something fresh to say to your Blongregation (blog-congregation).

STEP 3: Get yourself set up and ready to Bleach: adjust your computer just the way you like it, have some coffee handy, get some jazz goin’ in the background, sit in a comfy chair.

STEP 4: Begin typing.

STEP 5: Four seconds after you begin typing, have 14 guys from the Department Of Waterworks set up camp 2 feet outside your window and begin conducting the Opening Ceremonies for the Jackhammer Olympics.

STEP 6: Have this competition continue for the next 7 hours.  Be sure to include the ever-present BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP sound of 3 trucks constantly backing up, the riotous laughter of workers, and of course the sweet sound of competitive, dueling jackhammers.

STEP 7: Begin typing IN ALL CAPS SO THAT YOU CAN HEAR WHAT IS GOING ON INSIDE YOUR BRAIN!!!!!!  KEEP THIS GOING UNTIL YOU’RE PRETTY SURE THERE ARE ELVES LIVING UNDER YOUR COUCH WHO ARE TRYING TO GET YOU TO PLAY MONOPOLY WITH THEM!!!!  WHAT?!?!  I DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING!!  WHAT??!!  I SAID I DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING!!!  WHAT???!!!!

STEP 8: Stop typing and walk to a nearby window.  Make sure that the window is in the CLOSED position.

STEP 9: Take a deep breath and then place your head completely THROUGH the closed window.  Do this a number of times, until you start to feel faint.

STEP 10: Wrap your head in a towel and then drive yourself to the Emergency Room.

STEP 11: Receive medical attention for the massive, self-inflicted lacerations to your head. 

STEP 12: While in the recovery room, drink some grape juice and eat a couple of Fig Newtons.  Then try to take a short nap.  Why not?  You’re paying for it.

STEP 13: Return home late that night and finish typing your Blermon (blog-sermon) sans the Jackhammer Olympics.   

CAUTION: at this point you may no longer remember what it was you were trying to type in the first place.  You may also not have the use of your right hand.

Mix well.

Let stand for 20 minutes.

Post online.

Serves 34.

As together we stand and sing.

BP

Thursday, September 29, 2011

QUIET PIG


Let’s face it.  The world would be a better place if everybody had a Quiet Pig.

Is this controversial teaching?  Am I the first Preacher to say this?  Probably so.  What else would you expect?  I’m not like a lot of Preachers.  I’m not afraid to let people know that I for one am “Pro Pig” when it comes to Quiet Pig.

When I was a kid I had a little, plastic, pink pig that I liked to carry around with me named Quiet Pig. He was really smooth and fit right in the palm of my hand. I loved Quiet Pig.  But Quiet Pig wasn’t for everybody.  He had pretty high standards as to who could hold him and who couldn’t. 

Simply put: If you wanted to HOLD Quiet Pig, you had to BE Quiet Pig.  This is isn’t always easy to pull off - especially if you’re 3 years old.  Or, over 53.

The great thing about Quiet Pig was he only came out on certain occasions. You’d usually see him pop up all of sudden in church or at weddings, right before you were about to bust out and start acting like a maniac, drinkin’ all the communion grape juice or playin’ Ring Around The Rosey with some poor bride’s gown. 

Right at that critical moment, my Mother would pull Quiet Pig out of her purse and just look at me. I was practically hypnotized just by the sight of him.  Once I saw his beautiful, shiny, pink, plastic porkiness I would immediately stop whatever squirmmin’ I was doin’, shut my mouth and just wait further instructions. 

I knew that before I could touch him, my Mother was gonna make sure I understood what a big deal this was. Quiet Pig meant business.  It was time to pipe down.  No peace, no pig.  No Pig...a spanking was next.  Guaranteed.  So there were plenty of reasons to pay attention.

The minute I had Quiet Pig in my hand, I immediately became calm and quiet and good for hours on end.

I’m thinking of sending a crate of Quiet Pigs to the Middle East...and maybe a couple of Grumpy Elders I know.

Whatever it takes.

As together we stand and sing.

BP

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

CHUCK CONNORS AND GOLIATH


David had his slingshot and Goliath.  I had my Chuck Connors Cowboy In Africa lunch pail and a guy named Mike Musconey.

And it came to pass in those days that there was an evil giant, a 6th grader, named Musky. 

And behold Musky was strong and mean, and stood head and shoulders above all the others.  And he did mock and persecute the kids of the 5th grade all the days of their lives. 

And upon every morning he did stealeth their lunch money and every evening he did trippeth them in the hallways and then he just laughethed when they did fall upon the ground.  And there was none who could stand against him in all the land, no not one.  And behold there was fear throughout the land.

And it came to pass, that there arose in those days, a 5th grader who was quiet, and with a large, round head that was made mostly of bone, that was crew-cutted and thick, by the name of Brother Preacher. And he did spendeth most of his days pretending to be anywhere else besides school - usually as a spy or an undercover cop, a cowboy.

And it came to pass that one day while young Brother Preacher and his companion Jimmy Menke (a skinny and aspiring astronaut) made their way home from school, that they happened upon the evil giant Musky and his raggedy band of evil torturers.  And behold they were much afraid.

Then did Jimmy Menke saith unto Brother Preacher, “Let us turn now from this path of death unto another path lest we be slaughtered here like so many baby pigs.”

But Brother Preacher saith unto him, “I cannot turn away from this path, for I knoweth not of another way home and behold my mother will whip me if I’m lateth.”

And as they spoke, Musky the Giant did leap upon them with a shout and saith unto them, “Giveth unto me your lunch money lest I bludgeon you with my fist and mocketh you as a 5th grader!”

Then did Brother Preacher saith unto him, “Have mercy on us, oh great Musky, for we are weak and thou art strong, and we have no lunch money to give you.  For behold, it is now already 3:20 in the afternoon and lunch is over.  And see here my Chuck Connors Cowboy in Africa lunch pail -- I don’t ever have lunch money.  I eat cold lunch.”

“Then you must die,” saith Musky unto them, "And with a great dieing you will die.  Somethin' like that."

So did Musky smiteth Brother Preacher thrice upon his huge head and with all his might.  But Brother Preacher did not fall, for his head was large and round and filled mostly of bone. 

And Musky looked upon him with bewilderment and saith unto his companions, “Behold, who is this 5th grader that he did not fall crying onto the ground like the others?  Is he human?”

“He is human,” saith Jimmy Menke, “But he can also taketh a punch.  Behold your strikes are unto him like so many gnats upon a stone.”

Then did Brother Preacher raise up his Chuck Connors Cowboy in Africa lunch pail and he did smiteth Musky swiftly and directly one time across the face.  And so great was the power of that smiting that the thermos did fly out from inside the lunch pail and nearly hit Jimmy Menke in the footeth. 

And behold Musky looked at Brother Preacher and saith nothing. 

Then did Jimmy Menke saith unto Brother Preacher, “Behold we are now dead.  Behold how you have angered him.  Let us cry unto our God for mercy and to ask that He might comfort our mothers who will surely weep at our demise.”

But as he said this,  the Giant’s lip did begin to tremble greatly.  And then he began to weep, then to wail, then to bleed, and finally to run, like a baby, up unto the hill where he did lie upon the dried leaves, and tremble and flail and almost faint like a baby pig.

Then did all the children of the 5th grade come and surround Brother Preacher and Jimmy Menke with a shout and there was great rejoicing in the land for many weeks. 

And never again did Musky ever stealeth lunch money or mocketh another 5th grader.  And from that day until now, Brother Preacher always eats cold lunch.   

And Musky had to get dorky looking glasses.  Serveth him right.

As together we stand and sing.

BP