Heading out of town yesterday morning I passed two signs heralding Father’s Day.

One was in front of a church. It said: “Sermon: A Special Father’s Day.”

The other was a small restaurant. It’s sign said: “Breakfast: A Father’s Day Special.”

One parking lot was crammed beyond capacity. The other’s parking lot only had two cars visible.

Guess which was which?

Commentary: it is sad that a breakfast special for fathers is far more interesting to the world than a “nice” speech about fathers. One is supposed to represent a powerful Being who gives life, while the other represents a good time with dad. Seems we Christian-type folks have really screwed up our message…

Yeah, I am kinda radical.