Justin Case: A Fingers-Crossed-Behind-His-Back, Well-Meaning Christian (10)

Justin wore a red tie for Pentecost Sunday.

His pastor asked him if he would tell the history of their church in worship, and he said "yes".

He even put a few dollars in the collection plate for that new church start offering.

But he can't help waiting to see which way the wind will blow.

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Justin still isn't sure what he's giving up for Lent. 


And that pixie dust they call ashes only made his handkerchief dirty.


But he knows that it'll take a crowbar and a whole lotta love to get him to turn and look God in the eye.


They say every journey begins with one step.

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Justin was wondering what his word for the new year might be. 

He thought he might play it safe as usual and go with the word "maybe".

Don't tell him this, but it's a pretty hopeful word, when you think about it.

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About every other day, Justin is ready to chuck church and go the way of the heathen.  What happens on the other days, you ask?  That's what he'd like to know too.

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Justin really enjoyed the sermon; some parts were very funny.  But the only time you hear him laugh is at coffee hour.

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Justin wasn't sure if he'd found the risen Christ, but then again, he couldn't remember where he'd hidden the last couple of Easter eggs either.  Still looking for both.  Keep your peeps open.

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Justin didn't like the Christmas sermon this year, especially all that bunk about the incarnation being the resurrection and vice versa. It sounded like something he'd say just to sound intelligent but he didn't understand what it meant.

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Justin didn't know whether the Archbishop of Canterbury was being cautious or cowardly in regard to homosexuals in the Episcopal Church; he was just glad he wasn't Anglican.

"I know your deeds, that you are neither cold or hot. I wish you were either cold or hot." --Rev. 3: 15.

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Justin wasn't sure if Jesus was in his heart or his mind but he definitely wasn't okay with Jesus being in both at the same time.


"I know your deeds, that you are neither cold or hot. I wish you were either cold or hot." --Rev. 3: 15.

Justin Case: A Fingers-Crossed-Behind-His-Back, Well-Meaning Christian



Because his church is Open and Affirming, guess who 's nice to everyone 'cause he might have to spend eternity with them, even though he isn't sure there is a heaven...or that other place?


...Justin Case.

"I know your deeds, that you are neither cold or hot. I wish you were either cold or hot." --Rev. 3: 15.

I am who I am

Bravo, dear blogfriends, bravo! Author, author!

Many entries gave me a laugh:

Calvin Himmelfahrt: Humanity is a damned mess, with a German 'heaven by way of gas' inference.

Donald Spare-de-Rod: Scottish Presbyterian humor, I'm told, with a proverbial-French motif.

Aloysius B. Right: Name recognition thanks to the movie "Doubt" and would make the Car Talk guys envious.

Harold B. Thyname: Wonderful harkening back to those childhood interpretations of the faith.

And the winner is....(drumroll, please)....

Saintly Ramblings with the entry Justin Case: beautifully astute, pithy, and punny. So be looking for our friend Justin to show up now and again, with commentary that will hopefully live up the reputation of his name.

Kudos to all who entered and many thanks to MadPriest who sent folks this way with their creative guns blazing.

Who am I?

I would like to use this picture, this character as a regular feature on this blog. MadPriest on his blog had a bloke similar to this one whose name was Athanasius Smallwick, who had a very dour, harsh view of the church.

This fellow would also provide commentary on church life and all things spiritual, but I don't know what to call him.

So I invite you, dear blogfriends, to suggest names: witty, poetic, theological, historical, whatever frame of mind you happen to be in--just keep it clean. The author of the name chosen can claim pride of place on this blog whenever our friend here shows up and spouts off.

I can't wait to see what you come up with...