Hi. This is Randy’s conscience. He doesn’t know that I’m doing this, so it’ll be our little secret. Okay? Great.
You see, he was supposed to compose another post in his series on Christian change – sanctification to use the fancy word – and he ‘didn’t get around to it’.
Sure he had some extra meetings this week, but that’s a crock, isn’t it? I mean, we all know that if he wanted to, he could have fit in the time. If you all were important to him, as you should be, he would have fit it in. If he really cared, he’d have done it.
But, no, as usual, he loused up. Isn’t it just like him to…
Uh, wait a minute. Did you hear that? Who’s that coming? Uh-oh. I think it’s Grace. Oh, why’s she always have to show up and ruin everything?
Look, I’ve got to run. She spoils all the fun, always saying that Randy’s failures (which are many, I dutifully point out – and he listens, too, when she’s not around) are not to be dredged up and dwelt upon. Something about their being serious and worth mention, but still and always insufficient to bring any condemnation from God or others.
Where’s the fun in that? I mean, what good is it if we don’t dwell upon these things? She’s such a pain.
But I gotta go now. I don’t understand it, but he’s made her the boss.
PS You should know that Randy overslept this morning, too. He…
Okay, I’m gone.