Was that a Chick Tract hanging from my doorknob when I went to take out the trash this morning?
It was! It was a Chick Tract!
I was sitting at my dining room table, eating my breakfast, and I saw a large crowd of people of walking through my parking lot. “Whoever could they be?” I thought. I then gave them no mind.
They were from a “Bible church” one town over. My neighbor used to attend. He’d even invite me to Easter services. I politely declined.
Well, I had a good laugh at the Chick tract. Jack Chick’s god in this tract is a sadistic monster with less emotional maturity than Donald Trump and wholly unworthy of devotion.