47 Part 2

I head to the bar when I can't understand something. I know it's a horrible habit, but being around a whole bunch of people for whom life has become limbo is somewhat comforting for me.

-The Usual?

-Budweiser.

It seems like women are taking over the world. It's so scary, losing control. But there's another thing. I've spent my whole life trying to act pleasantly and morally, but the last few days, I've felt, yes, I've felt like a wolf. I mean, I know I wear glasses and am certainly not very attractive, but why do I feel so...

-Hey Bud.

-Hello.

-How are you?

-Good.

I feel so... God is probably listening to me. I got a good life. A nice, pleasant, boring wife, two kids headed to good colleges... Why do I feel like throwing it all away? It's probably the things that are happening at church. I just don't feel that I'm in control of anything anymore.

-How's church going?

-The bar is my church.

-We're going to get a female pastor.

-That's great. It's about time.

It's about time. Everything changes. Nothing stays the same. Everything's gotta adapt to the environment. There is no core belief anymore. 

-Another one.

Oh, that girl down there is attractive. I've never said a damn thing to that girl. She'll probably think I'm a chauvinist though. Women pastors. What did women want? They wanted everything. They wanted the apple in the garden. Trouble. Women were trouble.

-My dear Baptist. (HIs friend Jack sat next to him.)

-A woman is going to be our pastor.

-What's wrong with that? You've got something to look at during the service.

-I don't remember Jesus having any female disciples.

-Jesus helped out many women, even unclean ones.

-Why do they have to do this to me, Jack?  After all the years of my service, they just lay it all down like I don't matter.

-Times have changed. 

-It's insulting.