Sycophant's Refuge

I tend to see myself as not just a hotel manager, but as a "great" hotel manager. Ya know if I had been around in ancient times, The Baby Jesus Christ Emanuel our Lord and Savior would not have been born in some filthy manger. No siree, he would have had a proper room with a proper turn-down service... But I don't think they had turn-down service in ancient times. If I had been there they would have. Sometimes I pray that I could travel back in time to the nativity.

Ya know, the best part about praying is that it's the one time when you can let god know that you know he's watching you. --Because he always is ...yes he is. That's why you can't take his name in vain. I know that he's omnipotent and omnipresent but I thinks it's just respectful to pretend he's not watching, unless you're praying. I don't think real Christians should be so presumptuous to walk around with their nose up in the air just because they are god's chosen people.

Of course, Sometimes I do commit sins. And I know he sees them. And I know that I must repent for them.

I think some people are inherently more sinful than others.

“Hate the sin love the Sinner” Well-- Some people don't deserve to be loved.

Last Thursday a girl came into the church. She was... She seemed very pleasant. She wanted to join our congregation. She was wearing a clever blue sweater with buttons on the sleeve and she was crying. I generally respect people that cry it shows that their suffering comes to them by surprise. People that expect suffering rarely cry and often sin. They're the kind of people that pay for rooms by the hour. They're the devils playthings, his puppets. They don't get ice cream and shiny new puppies at the pearly gates.

No, no, no.

But this girl wasn't what I thought she was at all, no she wasn't. She was just coming to god to get her sins washed away. I told her I said “The church is not a carwash.” she just stared at me blankly. Simplicity is the mark of the devil of course so I said it again. “The church is not a carwash!” She pretended not to understand. “THE CHURCH IS NOT A CARWASH!”

I was getting angry I thought of the many ways I wanted to hurt her. To make her pay. But instead I just closed my eyes and thought about how happy I would be watching her being tortured for all eternity in Hell.

And then I spat at her.

I pray to god that her punishment be severe.