Guess they pull one or more surprise visits to your home, to find out whether or not you are in possession

of - oh gasp - a (flat-screen) tv, any country cds, a deck of cards, a bottle of wine (left over from a dinner party), a few mystery/detective novels...if all clear, then guess you can join their exclusive Sunday-morning club, where you'll be told that Jesus Christ's offer of salvation from the eternal punishment of your sins, can be revoked.  Ya might wanna bring plenty of dough...after all, if it's about working to stay saved, showing Jesus th' moneh...what better works (to - eh, hopefully - stay saved) is there...right?

Funny how that goes - the nosey legalism, and the on-again-off-again salvation, more often than not, are preached by the same pulpiteer.

The comment on that blog was upsetting.  The harsh smugness just oozed, in buckets, off that page.  Like it's a holiness contest; we're holy, because we don't play baseball on sunday, and our women wear long heavy dresses (in July), complete with headgear - and the hell with the rest of you.

Yeah i get it:  most of what's on tv is vile.  Barrooms are a complete waste of resources.  Rock may sound good, but the rebel-spirits surrounding it, oughta go have a coffee with politicians...oh wait, off-stage, they probably are quite chummy.  Poker???  Ha! the average piggy-bank pays better dividends.  (Wanted one of those little red plastic ones, over at the bank, but they were for the children.)   And, as for women preachers?  Uh, unscriptural, bigtime! 

Still, that holier-than-thou attitude, runs people off.  People who might have entered through the narrow gate, but decided...nah, if ya have to be perfect like them, might as well hang it up, and go back to the bar.