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The Power of a Fart

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I pushed the button to get on. The ding alerted me that my ride was here. As I stepped on, I realized that I was entering a space full of sour looking people. The looks on their faces alone would be enough to darken anyone’s day. I always get stuck with people like this on elevators. After we went up a few floors, a man in the back started to sweat. I could tell he wasn’t feeling well. I tried to move away from him. I wasn’t quick enough. The sound was deafening. The air coming out of his ass overwhelmed everyone. Slowly, the smell crept into all of our nostrils. I was certain he sharted. Regardless, everyone started laughing uncontrollably. Even the guy who farted couldn’t stop laughing. The power of the fart was to turn a bunch of sour people into really silly people. When the door opened on the next floor, we all rushed off and decided to take the stairs.

 

When I was a kid, I often farted in church. While I don’t guess I farted there more than anywhere else, there was something really funny about farting in church. Nevertheless, my farts made me wonder about Jesus farting. Did Jesus ever fart in the temple? Did Jesus ever get a laugh over a fart? Did Jesus ever shart? Did Jesus ever fart in groups? After my transformative experience today, I’m sure Jesus did. Just like the fart brought us together on the elevator, I bet Jesus’ farts will bring the whole world together.

 

Amen.

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