This Is A Pop Test?

The parson had just popped the trunk of his hybrid and begun placing the groceries he'd just purchased inside.

“Hello, Parson, how are things with you?”

The parson turned to behold a young man whom he did not recognize.

“Things are well with me,” he said. “I'm sorry; do we know each other?”

“Ah, no, no we don't know each other. But I've heard of you. And I've heard of that church where you're the pastor. Friend of mine told me you folks have what you call an “inclusive” church.”

“We try to be inclusive,” said the parson.

“Inclusive. Well, what's that mean. Does that mean you let foreigners worship there?”

“Foreigners?”

“Yeah, foreigners. Them illegals. Are they welcome to worship there?”

“We don't ask for documentation at the door,” said the parson.

“Bet you don't. And I heard that homos are welcome there. That true, too?”

“The doors are open to everyone.”

“Yeah, well you realize you're only encouraging illegals and you're condoning a sin that is an abomination in the eyes of the Lord.”

“The doors are open to everyone.”

“I bet. So, you're telling me it's okay if I come to your church and worship with the low life?”

The parson stared at the man a moment. “The door is open to everyone,” he said.

“Right,” said the man. “Tell you what, I'll see you next Sunday.”

The parson finished placing his groceries in the trunk. He closed the lid and then slid in behind the wheel. He cranked the car, but before taking the car out of park he looked up and the cloudless sky and said, “This is a pop test, right?”

Comments

[Larry]

I absolutely love it.