It was three o’clock in the mornin’ and these advertisements for the Presbyterian church downtown kept comin’ on the television…it’s like they knew sinners would be up at this time…like they knew I’d be up at this hour…

Watched infomercials on the latest and greatest pots and pans to ever be created…all for three payments of $39.99…almost couldn’t resist…

But…it was the commercials for the church that really drew my attention…this woman pastor said…,Come to question your faith…by questioning we grow…,she was wearin’ a turtle-neck…had a short haircut…she looked like a minister…looked like someone who could save my soul…

I was raised in the Southern Church of Christ…it was there that you weren’t allowed to question…sang songs to a pitch-pipe…drank grape juice and ate crackers at communion…gave ten percent of your paycheck and called it a day…small nets were cast down the pews to collect money…they were fishin’ for gold…

Back to the infomercial…the deal came with a free air fryer…place a little oil in the bottom of it and the thing would fry your chicken…egg rolls…pizza bites…jalepeno poppers…you name it…with air…takes grease out of your way…sure was tempting…

Then the ads for the Presbyterians came back on…and those words…question your faith…I’d questioned my faith all my life…questioned everything…faith…parents…man on the moon…who shot JFK…women’s motives…maybe this church was the right place for me…maybe…

Only one thing was settled that night…the air fryer’s on it’s way…