Pastor Ricky had placed all his hopes on the Hawaiian shirt. He wanted to connect with people and he had seen one of those television preachers wearing one. The people at the TV preacher’s church were all tanned and good-looking. Some were even drinking coffee during the service. I need what that guy has, Ricky thought. That’s why he started wearing the shirt.
The old-guard at the Arkham Bible Church didn’t like it, but they were uptight and frumpy. Probably drink instant coffee, Pastor Ricky mused. He lifted his cup and took a long sniff. Starbucks. He looked over the rim and admired his reflection in the shiny surface. [Read more...]