Bob Wright
Hawkeye
The old rancher had to go up to the big city, Dallas, and while there, Sunday rolled around. Now this old cowboy always went to church on Sunday, and so he did. He went to one of those mega-churches that looked like a huge diamond ring set on a hill. Big church, beautiful architecture, and gleaming inside with stained glass windows and gilded pulpit that sparkled. Now the rancher was dressed in a denim shirt and jeans, both worn and faded, but clean and pressed. His boots were worn but brushed, his Stetson battered. He carried a Bible twice as think as when new, worn and stained.
He entered the church and took a seat. Folks sitting near him moved away, and nobody spoke a word to him. They all avoided him after the service. The preacher approached him, and said, "Sir, I'd advise you to pray to God when you leave here, and ask his advice on proper attire for attending this church."
The following Sunday he was back, dressed as before and shunned as before. After the service, the preacher again approached him.
"Sir," sniffed the preacher, "Didn't I suggest you pray about your attire for attending here?"
"Yep. And I did ask God about what was proper duds for attending this church," responded the rancher.
The preacher was sort of taken aback. "And what was your answer?"
"Well, I asked God what was proper attire for this church. And He said 'I don't have a clue. I've never been there.'"
Bob Wright
He entered the church and took a seat. Folks sitting near him moved away, and nobody spoke a word to him. They all avoided him after the service. The preacher approached him, and said, "Sir, I'd advise you to pray to God when you leave here, and ask his advice on proper attire for attending this church."
The following Sunday he was back, dressed as before and shunned as before. After the service, the preacher again approached him.
"Sir," sniffed the preacher, "Didn't I suggest you pray about your attire for attending here?"
"Yep. And I did ask God about what was proper duds for attending this church," responded the rancher.
The preacher was sort of taken aback. "And what was your answer?"
"Well, I asked God what was proper attire for this church. And He said 'I don't have a clue. I've never been there.'"
Bob Wright