thus sayeth the hoov

Yesterday, I discovered an unsettling fact about preaching.

It is very difficult to focus on your sermon when there is a homeless guy in the back of the church taking off his shirt.

I'm up there talking about how Jesus loves the little children or how God told Noah there's gonna be a floody-floody or somesuch, and one of our, ahem - gentlemen of the street decides it's getting too warm in there. This caused my brain to do the pulpit equivalent of this:


Or, more accurately, since I am a devout Mac user:


I wonder if Rick Warren has this problem.