THE WHITE BEACH BUM AND THE BIBLE

I couldn't help myself but to giggle somewhat under my breath when yesterday, two well-dressed, obviously intelligent  women came knocking at my door.  They came peddling what to them was God's Word.  It wasn't their message that tickled my amusement, but rather their demeanor in seeing me there -- a 'White Beach Bum', dressed in sweat pants, a Banana shirt, and Nike sandals-- and yes, I had on the whitest ever ankle socks.  To me it was a wonderful spectacle to have them standing there before me with the most obvious dumfounded faces trying to teach me about love and being Christlike all the while staring me from head to toe and then again as if to check their sense of seeing; they kept scanning me as though I was some hard to read document being scanned with a cheap scanner -- I know that they had been trying not to stare -- I saw it in their swelling neck veins, but the temptation must have been too much for them -- even while being their as divine reps.