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Well, of course it's about my life and stuff I think about. Just like a quadzillionbazillion other bloggers. I'm obsessed with God. I love beauty, enjoy absurdity, dance with despair, seek silence, and think everyone is goofy. Here's my world and what I think of it....
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Way too close...
I think perhaps the humble point of the drawing has been missed:
Expressed algebraically:
B = 2 * C
Thus, perhaps what the artful drawing is trying to say is that it takes 2 disabilities to make a priest, or words to that effect. That's something to think about.
Just wait for the festival: the priest's spot is where the port-a-potties go. (Oh, and as of yesterday, his office has been claimed for the raffle.)
"D" isn't the humble spot, it's reserved for one of these two:
- the person who is totally into their perfectly fit body and therefore parks farthest away from the door in order to work off the extra calories from the bleached, white, flour holy bread, or
- the person who is totally into their $150,000 sports car, and therefore chooses the spot least likely to result in a door ding.
I can totally relate. I'll pull up to some midweek service that will be poorly attended and still feel guilty about parking near the entrance. This is the cross I carry ;)
Better yet, I think you just mark one "Reserved for Chief of Sinners" and watch to see how worked up *everyone* gets.
I also think that the handicapped parking symbol looks like a capital G.
...and how lazy cartoonists can drive persnickety people crazy. :)
:D We have a smaller parking lot at St. Herman in Espoo, Finnland, but I recognize this.
I live within a walking distance from our church, but sometimes I do park my bicycle on the lawn, under a tree.
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