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November 15, 2003

preaching

St. Luke's Methodist Church once had a preacher named Bob Moon, who was the best preacher I ever listened to laying a sermon on the flock. He was a young man and a very good public speaker. He also had a wonderful knack of making his sermon apply to problems people deal with every day.

I admired the man, even though he was about a decade younger than I was at the time. He was a good pastor for his church. I admire ANYONE who is good at what he does.

I told him flat-out when we first met that I was an athiest and I was attending services only because my wife thought that it was a good idea, but Bob didn't mind. "You're welcome here no matter what you believe," he said. "Besides, I've converted more than one heathen in my career. You might be a tough nut, but I'm going to crack you if I can."

He came close.

He wasn't going to make me religious, but I really enjoyed listening to him speak about the Bible. He was a musician and an all-around nice guy. We played music together several times and he tried to convince me to join the choir. I refused that offer and he wasn't bothered by me saying no. "I'll get you yet," he said, with a big smile.

He put humor and pathos into his sermons. He obviously was passionate about his belief in God and the afterlife, but he managed somehow to make his words sound good to someone as unbeliving as I am. I never became sleepy and dozed off when Bob Moon was preaching. His energy filled that church. I actually felt a few stand-up-and-say-AMEN-brother moments when I heard him speak. He was damned good at what he did.

I've never known another preacher like him, and I probably never will. Imagine David Letterman's personality in a body that reminds you of Forrest Beuller, in a black robe, standing before his congregation while he cracks one-liners in the middle of a sermon. Bob Moon was a lively, entertaining preacher. His message was clear, but his presentation was the best I've ever seen.

If I ever preach, I want to preach that way.

Comments

He sounds like one of those people who keep me from completely losing hope in the human race.

Posted by: Jack on November 15, 2003 10:17 AM

Acidman, you preach in just about every entry. That's why we keep coming back.

Posted by: Ms Anna on November 15, 2003 12:05 PM

do you mean forrest gump or ferris bueller?

Posted by: roger on November 15, 2003 02:13 PM

YOU DO!

Posted by: wandalicious on November 15, 2003 02:26 PM

Rob,

Do you take Quinton to Church? It sounds like you are a good father to hin, investing you time and your energy.

He is observing you and learning from you. If what Jesus Christ taught is true then you are headed for hell. Are you concerned that you're leading Quinton ther too?

Posted by: Jim Long on November 15, 2003 04:50 PM

I don't take Quinton to church. His mama does, though, that good, Christian cunt.

Tell me again who's going to hell?

Posted by: Acidman on November 15, 2003 06:20 PM

Every once in awhile there's a good one out there. Almost had one snag me too. Just didn't buy into the Husband was the boss, but the Wife was the heart that made the whole works work. (Marriage counseling before actually married, which didn't work, lol.)

I basically told them to "bite me" at that session. Church still married us. And now?

Divorced. A good thing, though.

But if I hear a good one again? Just may reconsider. Just maybe.

It would be hard to convince me. Almost got sucked in before, will be very doubtful on any further attempts.

Posted by: Gina on November 15, 2003 10:52 PM

You know it's my job.

Please, spell it "atheist," okay? (I've held off until now, but I can't help myself.)

Posted by: Pascale Soleil on November 16, 2003 10:14 PM
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