Sorry for the hiatus, I've been busy. And by busy I mean lazy. Doubt you missed me anyway.
In case you haven’t caught this, a family in Northern California got lost for several days in a heavy snow storm. That’s right, a father, an 18 year old boy, and two teenage girls managed to get themselves so hopelessly lost that they needed rescuing. One would assume that they were on some 20 mile wilderness hike, or camping in some remote location. And one would be wrong. They went out to find a Christmas tree for the family.
I’ve got several problems with this, the first being how the hell do you get lost trying to find a Christmas tree? I’m pretty sure that at 18 years old you could have put me at the edge of the woods with a saw, and told me to go get a Christmas tree I would have pulled it off. At the very least I would have made it back, tree or not. And I assume the dad has been around the block a few more times than the kid. The kids should be fairly happy about this though, they get a free pass for the rest of their lives. Anytime the dad tells them what to do, they can play the, “Hey dad remember that time we got lost in the woods trying to find a friggin Christmas tree? Ok, thought so, go screw,” card.
Finally, the family was quick to name Jesus as the reason they got saved. I’m going to go ahead and beg to differ on this one. The reason they were saved is because they did what you’re supposed to do when you’re lost. Find shelter, and stay the hell where you are. If you go wandering around, nobody is going to find you. So they found a nice cozy culvert, stuffed their feet in each others shirts, and hunkered down, which was definitely the smartest thing they did all week. The only thing that Jesus had to do with this is the fact that they were looking for a tree to celebrate the guy’s birthday. Or his rising. Or his crucifixion. Whatever the hell we celebrate Christmas for, I don’t know. Merry friggin Christmas.
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Obviously the father never pledged in college.