Dear Cathy & Herman,
Looks like Stewman must be one of those cows,
self fulfilling
prophesy of one of his bad writings. Picture him, in sunny Florida,
relaxing on a lawn chair by the side of his condo's pool. Gayle
is tanning
beside him with the latest of Christi Brinkley's line of swim wear.
Suddenly Brother X comes by with his Polaroid to snap a picture of
the
zealous cult leader turned "cow," clutching a "Cow Homily" and a Bible
in
his hand. "Gotcha," yells X after a quick flash of the camera.
Before
Stewman and Gayle have a chance to glimpse the intruder, he is our
of sight.
"Who was that?" Stewman yells, his straw hat falling in the pool while
his
pina colada spills onto Gayle's beach towel. "Oh," replies Gayle
nonchalantly, "I think it was just some crazy Jesus freak." Little
do they
know X is on his way to the post office, Cow Homily with photo
attached,
mailing the evidence to all the faithful Cobuites. Underneath
the photo
there is an inscription which reads, "Devoted to feeding the children
in
Haiti." An old "Get Smart, Get Saved" tract is also attached
with the first
sentence underlined, "We're into what the churches should be doing
but are
not. We are really into caring about young people."
As X leaves the post office he wonders, as
we all would, "Will any
of this hit home with the faithful boos?" And so the saga continues.
Darlene
