If you weren’t in Sunday’s worship service at Brier Creek, the following won’t make much sense to you. Sorry…come back tomorrow.
Tuesday morning I discovered that I was responsible for David Thompson nearly having heart failure. After guest speaker Afshin Ziafat brought the heat last Sunday, I made the following remark from the stage:
“If you’d like to meet Afshin personally, he’ll be down at the front after the service. Come on up and talk to him so you can tell your grandchildren you touched the original Turban Cowboy.”
The good Rev. Thompson missed the first few minutes of Afshin’s message where he referred to himself by that moniker, so David didn’t know I was quoting Afshin, he just thought I was making stuff up on the spot. (How dare he…like I ever do that.) My sources tell me that Thompson went white as a ghost and looked like he was going to lose his breakfast (brown sugar and cinnamon oatmeal), double Afshin’s honorarium to cover my insults, and tell J.D. that a trained seal would have been a better pick for Campus Pastor.
Ahhh…I’m glad my reputation precedes me.