Monthly Archives: October 2012
I’m a cashier at store 1883 and feel like I need to share this story. Tonight at the end of my shift I shut my light off and started ringing out my last customers of the day. They where a young married couple in their early 20’s with an infant girl. As I was scanning their items a man starts to come in my line asking if I was closed. As much as I just wanted to go home I said yes but ill take you. He thanked me and waited patiently while the husband and wife tried different cards to pay for their groceries, diapers, and other baby items. Decline after decline the women was visibly shaken. As they started to go through their bags to put stuff back the man stepped up to the debit reader and swiped his card. They didn’t even realize until I handed them the receipt and said he just paid for it for you. They were in complete shock, the wife teared up while thanking him as the husband shook his hand and thanked him. I also teared up and told him what a wonderful man he was and that was the nicest thing I have ever seen. Instead of taking credit His response was that I had made it happen for letting him check out at my register after I was closed. What an awesome selfless person, an angel on earth!!
Reverend Bob Larson is the self-proclaimed “world’s foremost expert on cults, the occult and supernatural phenomena
Larson claims that he has performed over 15,000 exorcisms and has written numerous books, like “Larson’s Book of Spiritual Warfare,” which is “an encyclopedic reference about demons, the devil, and deliverance,” and “Demon Proofing Prayers.”
A clip of Larson’s alleged exorcist handiwork (above) is now going viral. But this is no garden-variety demon purging. Oh, no! In this particular video, Larson supposedly comes face to face with a gay demon.
While presiding over a grunting, moaning, yet otherwise normal looking middle-age man, Larson commands, “I loose him from the curse of homosexuality…” and informs the audience of onlookers, “The worst thing in the world for filthy stinking sex demon to say is ‘the holy spirit’ — they hate it.”
After the man is “freed” of the demon, the video cuts to Larson addressing the camera and stating, “I pray in the name of Jesus for those who may be battling sexual feelings of lust and pornography and lesbianism and homosexuality… Amen.” Viewers are then encouraged to call in and order a $59 three-video set to help them break “the six strongholds of Satan.”
The Meenister’s Log
Once, when at Tynecastle watching the Hearts, I was sitting two or three seats along from this late middle-aged guy. He had his replica top on, Jambo woolly hat, and maroon and white scarf. I was in mufti – jeans and leather jacket and probably a baseball cap.
Well this guy went bananas from kick off to final whistle. He shouted at the referee in heavy duty language, he berated our own players for missing chances and did so in no uncertain terms, virtually every opposition player received a colourful comment, he was f’ing and blinding so much that someone in the row behind had to tell him to tone down his language as there were kids nearby (who had most likely heard all this stuff before!)
He was quiet until half time when he went off to get a pie and a paper cup of Bovril.
Second half: same again – industrial stength language including a suggestion that one of the players do something that’s physically impossible.
The Jam Tarts lost. They were booed off the pitch with my neighbour calling them a bunch of four letter fellows (or something like that).
The next day being Sunday – it was church time in the morning.
“Wasn’t a very good game yesterday” I said to this guy.
“Were you there?”
“Aye, sitting two seats along from you – you were better entertainment than what was happening on the pitch”
His face turned a shade not unlike the Maroon colour of Hearts jerseys.
He was one of my Kirk Elders!
The Meenister’s Log
Guernsey is a popular holiday destination, and I was the C of S minister there for a short while in the late Nineties
On one Sunday either Low Sunday or Easter Sunday itself, I preached about either Mary Magdalene not recognising the risen Christ – or the Road to Emmaus story from Luke where the disciples didn’t know that it was Christ who walked with them
It was about “recognition”
In the congregation was a very distinguished gentleman with his Lady wife – visitors
At coffee time, he asked where my previous Charge had been
I answered that it had been St Michael’s Inveresk
He responded that he was chairman of the Carberry Trust (within my then Parish)
I didn’t have the heart to tell him that I had been an active member of said Trustees meetings which he had chaired
A presbytery colleague a few years back welcomed a lady to his morning service.
“Lovely to see you – are you on holiday here?”
Answer: ” I’m the Presbytery Moderator!”
The Meenister’s Log
At University, I would often attend services at Hope Park Church in St.Andrews.
Every Sunday morning, there would be this particular lady who would try to buttonhole worshippers as they went in to the church – with a question “Have you been saved?”
Not appearing to be rude, on the first time this happened to me, I replied “I think so”
“But you’ve got to KNOW so”
One Sunday, one of my fellow divinity students was stopped and asked the usual question, “Have you been saved?”
To which Gary answered, “Indeed, I have!”
“Where and When?” (such folk have a day and date and time fixed in their memory when they found Christ)
Gary: “At Calvary around about 33 A.D, Madam” and then proceeded to enter the kirk building.
An old joke: a tramp is wandering along a riverbank, when he encounters some Baptists carrying on full immersion in the waters.
The Pastor stopped our “Gentleman of the Road” and asked him “Have you found Jesus?”
“I don’t know” came the reply.
“Well come with me” – and with that he was dooked in the river by two Deacons.
(this was the first time he had encountered any water for years!)
Spluttering, he came back to the surface.
“Well, have you found Him?”
In he went again under the water and again, when he came up was asked the same question, “Have you found Jesus?”
Again a third time and the same question, “Have you found Jesus?”
With a large degree of indignation, our friend answered, “No! Are you sure that this is the place he fell in?!”