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Install Filter Before Use

This year in Sunday School we are studying the Old Testament. In my own quirky way, I enjoy the Old Testament immensely. I have discovered oh-so-many things that aren't taught at church about prophets of old (Lot, David, Solomon, to name a few) and was immediately cured of any desire for soap operas or trashy novels.

But that's not my subject today.

Brother and Sister A. were teaching, as they usually do. Sister A (Julie) is one of those genuinely kind and good people. She has a pleasant voice and sweet tone. You know the kind.

Brother A (Doug) has a baritone voice. He teaches with passion and conviction. His way is always right because, you see, he's a lawyer. He's a good person. For a lawyer.

So Julie was discussing the creation and each creative period. God, Jehovah, Michael, dividing light from darkness, separating land from water, organizing matter, and clearly understanding the laws of physics, gravity, chemistry and biology. Then Adam was created, Eve arrived and they continued just fine in the Garden of Eden.

Then in Doug's deep, baritone voice, with a hint of condescension and contempt, "And then along came Lucifer." Long pause for affect.

"Oh my gosh!" I murmured aloud, "Lucifer was an attorney!"

The person on my right stirred. It was the brand new bishop.

"Sorry. I forgot to install my filter."

"That okay," he replied, "I remembered mine today."

Well played.

Comments

  1. Ahhh, THAT filter. I'm pretty good at stuff like that remaining just in my head (and later, on my blog).

    While I'm employed doing taxes this season, I feel my filter is working double duty, as there are SO MANY things I'd like to say to my clients.

    Good thing that filter still works.

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  2. I am sure that God left out your filter on purpose. He knows we all have more fun that way.

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  3. Funny. I HAVE NO filter. Whatsoever. And they actually had me teach Gospel Doctrine for 3 years. OT included. That's a brave bishop.

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  4. LOL!

    My filter switch is faulty.

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  5. I nominated you for an award because I love your blog!

    Thanks for sharing your wit and humor! I enjoy it much!

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  6. I have no filter either...my moutheth runneth overth

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  7. Hahaha- according to Harry Connick Jr on PS I love you they make pills for that.

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  8. I am certain I have no filter- and until this moment did not even know I was missing one! LOVE your blog.

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