Sister Taffy:

How considerate of the Lord to allow you to finish shopping and enjoy a lovely meal before calling you to slap the stuffing out of that loose trash! How great He art!

While it is technically our duty to save such people, I hardly see the benefit of setting in motion a sea change that would allow such a vile creature to ascend with us into the God's Glory. Therefore, while I think the slap across her harloty mug was called for under any circumstances, I would not suggest actually saving this Jezebel. You see, I view being a saved Christian (i.e., Baptist) as akin to belonging to the most fabulously prestigious country club in town. If everyone else were allowed to join, what fun would there in waving your own membership under everyone's nose? Therefore, I think that God has clearly littered our planet with strip-shopping flotsam, the likes of which crossed your lovely path today, merely to remind those of use who are saved and know quality jewelry just how very special we are! And God wants us to savor the notion that we won't be pestered in the hereafter by trailer-trash -- because He wants us to look forward to our reward! Isn't God great?

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