Holy Laughter and Spiritual Drunkenness


I really, really, really don’t get this. What’s the point? It reminds me of this extremely lame hypnotist I saw in college, who could supposedly hypnotize the entire audience. I sat there stony faced and increasingly annoyed with the people clucking like chickens around me.

This certainly isn’t relatable to anything I ever saw or learned at church, but, then again, I was raised a solemn Lutheran. The zaniest thing that ever happened inside those doors was ambrosia salad at pot luck night made with two different flavored Jell-Os.

In defense of the spiritual drunks, none of them blurted out anything about Jews being responsible for all the wars in the world.

(Via Konagod.)

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