While serving in a previous ministerial call, I had to moonlight at the local Hollywood Video to pay for health insurance for the family. It took one of my coworkers a couple weeks before she stopped addressing me as "Father" and started using my first name.
It was a fun job. My co-workers were the best. I got free rentals too. You can click here to see a picture. Now you know the rest of the story...
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Three miles from my house they have "Cowboy Church" at the cattle auction house every Thursday night.
At least it's not the Polka Masses so popular in Minnezota dere, eh?
Then again, those at least sort of follow the historic liturgy. . .
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