To Be a Protestant
Dr. Hill was a psychiatrist who was puffed up with his own ideas. He was sure that there was something provocative about Protestants and their desire to purge themselves of their sin. What he would never know, however, was that they were as harmless as puppies and only interested in purifying their own hearts so that they could worship God. They believed that they would only prosper with a pure heart and that their prototype was Jesus Christ.
Dr. Hill didn‘t believe any of that. He believed that the proverbs they all foolowed were pulp and that they were all the puppets of their leaders. And as Dr. Hill‘s proximity to these people increased, he was sure that his prying to expose the truth was the most prudent thing he had ever done in his life.
Finally he decided that he would pretend he was a prospective believer and attend one of the Protestant‘s most frequent rituals: a potluck*. Dr. Hill puffed, however, when he saw all of the food present. There was turkey, hot dogs, spaghetti, vegetable dishes, prune and pumpkin pies, and cake and pudding. He would surely puff out if he ate everything he wanted. And, as he ate the food and was overcome with the friendliness of the Protestants a puddle of tears formed at his feet. He didn‘t care what or who they believed in, he was going to become a Protestant just because of their potlucks!