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Three Pews Long

Can a person be preached to death? My burned-out ears answer "yes." Some church speakers use every breath To berate those they suppose they bless. They describe "don'ts" three pews long. Congregants find it all but unfeasible To live without doing something wrong. Shouldn't preachers aim to be reasonable? Three hours, four hours—they preach on. Old men are nodding off, children crying. Isn't it time for the choir to sing a song? This must be worse than hell and dying. The stained-glass windows are darkening. The preachers have preached too long. But to the late hour they aren't harkening— And they're prepared to carry on 'til dawn.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 11/5/2014 7:01:00 PM
a delightfully beautiful pen paul
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Paul Schneiter
Date: 11/5/2014 7:47:00 PM
Thank you, Liam. Your kind words mean a lot to me; in fact, I relish them.
Date: 10/30/2014 9:18:00 PM
He he he very darkly funny!
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Paul Schneiter
Date: 10/30/2014 10:00:00 PM
Dan, thanks for catching my hyperbole. I didn't mean to convey any ill will toward the good men/women of the cloth.

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