Vaccines and Your Job
And here is a post that might help you out with your employment and the vaccine . . .
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Jokes I Like to Tell
A number of years ago, a little Methodist chapel up in the Appalachians lost their pastor of many years. He was gathered to his people, just like in Genesis. This chapel was located in a valley that time forgot, or if we used their way of expressing it, in a holler that time forgot. In other words, their old pastor was old school, from beginning to end. He was a fiery fundamentalist, and he believed the Bible, all of it, and the people loved him, and wanted more of the same.
And so they wrote to their bishop down in the city, and they requested that he send them a “hellfire and brimstone” preacher, and not one of those new-fangled kinds. This threw the bishop for a total loss, because he wasn’t sure he had one of those, but he made a few delicate inquiries. Much to his astonishment, he found one, and shipped him up there. And to his dismay, about three weeks later, they sent their new man packing.
The following week, they sent the bishop another letter, asking for a “hellfire and brimstone” preacher. The bishop wasn’t sure he was going to be able to help them, but he made further inquiries, and found another one. He sent him up, but he only lasted two weeks.
When the same scenario played out the third time, the bishop had almost given up hope. When he found a third preacher who seemed to fit that description, he commissioned him and sent him off, but without much hope. To his great surprise, this third man conducted a long and fruitful ministry at this little chapel, preaching hellfire and brimstone up there for two or three decades.
This mystified the bishop, and he couldn’t make any sense. But one day he was at an ecclesiastical conference of some sort or other, and he spied an old-timer from that church who happened to be attending. His curiosity getting the better of him, he walked up to the old-timer and said, “Do you mind if I ask you a question?” The old-timer said sure, and the bishop said, “I sent you people three hellfire and brimstone preachers, and you rejected the first two out of hand, and kept the third one for years. Do you mind explaining that for me?”
At this, the old-timer grinned, and said, “It is pretty simple, bishop. The third one sounded like he didn’t want us to go.”
From the Open Road Files
great “joke”! — (like in, a lot of truth there)
Thank you for the link about vaccines and your job. My wife and I have been talking about the ramifications for her. Idaho isn’t far from us at all since we live in Spokane. I do believe that our time is short here in Eastern Washington, especially after Gov Inslee’s draconian vaccination and mask mandate, which one ups Gov Newsom’s. My wife and I are praying and discerning our next steps within the next 5 years.
Tornadoes on a sunny day…it’s real, my friends.