I will be blogging about worship pastor Patso again soon because I wound up at his house again last night, even though he didn't invite me to his house and I did not plan to visit his house.
I can't seem to remember exactly how I did it, but on Sunday evening, I talked bishop Jefro into allowing me to invite myself over to his house anytime that I wanted to. On Wednesday, I tried to invite myself over to his house, and we decided that I could visit his house on Friday evening.
So on Friday, I climbed aboard the Illuminate 2 and traveled along the same road that my dad lived on years ago to visit bishop Jefro. I was five minutes early so I decided to sit in my car on the side of the road, near the outside edge of a bend in the road and wondered whether or not any cars would fly off of the road into the Illuminate 2. I decided that I should stop wondering about that.
At the appointed time, I was received into bishop Jefro's home and the television was turned off and bishop Jefro and his wife began to tell me all about their cat and their local library and how repulsive bishop Jefro used to be to his wife before they were married and they fed me an orange and a sweet potato and brown sugar and butter substitute. Then I watched them feed their son and prepare their son for bed because their son is not yet one year old and needs help with these things. Oh, they told me about their cat too.
I was asked about how I got to Seaside Church from Pullman, and they didn't want to hear about how I got into my little car and drove, so I had to tell them which church I used in Pullman and which house I lived in and which website I used to learn about Seaside Church and what I didn't like about the other churches that I tried in the area. I didn't mention Dale Swanson to both of them, but I have realized that he is probably the person who prepared me most for typical Acts 29 events like the one I had last night at worship pastor Patso's house.
In as much as most of the women who attend Seaside Church had gone away to learn about sabbathing, but bishop Jefro's wife was unable to do that for various reasons, bishop Jefro then decided to take me to worship pastor Patso's house to meet with men who were exploiting the absence of their wives in various ways.
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