Preacher hurls his sister out of church for wearing pants.
Stories like this make me wonder when certain religious types are just going to admit they’ve never been able to deal with puberty.
Holy cow!
Now *that’s * a God I can believe in.
I have a hard time seeing this as anything other than this woman trying to be deliberately provoking, frankly. If her mother is a member of this church, there is no way in hell she didn’t know the church policy on women wearing pants. But she chose to embarrass her mother and provoke the rest of the church by wearing them anyway. She further chose to not even wear pants that would be appropriate for most mainstream churches, but to wear a pair of jeans. It’s not like she’s a kid who didn’t understand what she was doing or trying to be rebellious–this is 46 year old woman. The whole thing just smacks of her being an asshat.
When you go to someone else’s church, it’s shitty and rude to go around pissing on their beliefs, even if you think their beliefs are stupid. When you go to a church that requires women to cover their shoulders, you don’t wear a freakin’ halter top. When you go to a Catholic church, you don’t scream “Eeewww, don’t touch me!” when they ask you to turn to your neighbor and extend the sign of peace. When you go to an Apostolic church, you don’t wear pants and you don’t plaster yourself with jewelry. It’s just simple, basic politeness, for Og’s sake.
Gee, I wonder what the preacher thinks of Billy Jean King beating Bobby Riggs in their tennis match.
Also, does he have any guesses on who shot JR.
Man this stuff makes my mood ring turn black.
Oh well, I think I’ll just put in my Jefferson Airplane 8-Track, stare at my lava lamp for a while and just relax.
According to the article, the church has 4 members. Let’s see…3 sisters, 1 mother. Kinda exclusive little group there. 
Bolding mine.
They should just join up and take over. 
Here it goes:
I’ve got a demon… In my pants!
All women? So actually they don’t have any members, then?
Damnit, my demon just spit on me. Although to be fair I was provoking him.
Not neccesarily. If I were to go to my mom’s church, for whatever, reason, I would probably dress in a manner I thought was appropriate, but there’s always a chance that what’s appropriate to me may be inappropriate to the congregation.
I dunno. A church with the elderly father as the preacher and only three other family members plus a rebellious 46 year old daughter sounds more like a really screwed up family frozen in time about 30 years ago.
Vlad/Igor
Actually I believe the correct lyrics are “THe devil is not in the details. No, the Devil is in my pants.”
Dog’s Eye View if anyone needs the bands name.
I’ve got a demon in my pants, and I’m very happy to see you.
This is just entertainment, pure and simple. Four rubes from the middle of bumblefuck putting on a show the likes of which Jerry Springer would be proud of, it’s priceless I tell you, priceless. I only wish I could see it myself, there’s nothing better than religious zeal, stupidity, and impotence all swirling up in to one bitter old charlatan and his idiot children. Great stuff.
Don’t be afraid of the PIT.
Embrace it as your own.
There, we get to cuss out the assholes in the most vitriolic manner possible.
My wife was given a more than adequate dosage of shame in church, because her parents chose not to attend.
The preachers/priests/sunday school teachers/idiot asshole bigots/ assured her that her parents were going to HELL. :rolleyes:
She believed it too, until she met me.