One day I remarked to my father-in-law that I was tired and wished I could have spent a few more hours in bed that morning. He said, "People die in bed."
I replied, "They also die from getting hit by a truck, but I know which way I would rather go."
Actually, the way I want to die is being shot by a jealous husband while climbing out a bedroom window at age 90.
I replied, "They also die from getting hit by a truck, but I know which way I would rather go."
Actually, the way I want to die is being shot by a jealous husband while climbing out a bedroom window at age 90.
Christian apologetics is the art of rolling a dog turd in sugar and selling it as a donut.