Just keepin' it real

On one of our trips to Arkansas on the motorcycle, we made our usual stop at a scenic overlook to take in the Grand Canyon of the Ozarks.  I went into the little souvenir shop there and found a coffee cup I just had to have.  I'm a sucker for coffee cups.  
Unfortunately, the word "Arkansas" washed off within six months of buying the cup, but the other words are still there for the world to see. 

It just tickled my funny bone, you know?  

So, since we've attended the same church for three Sundays in a row, Pastor Tom came to call on us yesterday.  Cliff asked him if he wanted some coffee, and guess which cup Cliff chose?  

Yep.  

I noticed Pastor Tom discreetly turned the cup so it faced away from him, I think perhaps because he was going to crack up if he kept looking at it.  

We discussed our past church histories.  I told him I'm pretty comfortable in any church, but I haven't found any I agreed with 100%.  

He listed the points on which he felt people MUST agree, and those were fine with me.  

Then he asked if we had any questions.  

Well, you know me.  I had a question.

"Since this church is not associated with any denomination, if you croak, who would be the next preacher?"  

I think Cliff would gladly have crawled under a chair at this point, but hey... I don't want to hook up with a church that's based on one preacher.  Preachers die, preachers leave.  

So he explained what process would likely be used to find a new pastor, in the unfortunate event of his passing.  

Sounded good to me.
This church already passed the acid test last Sunday:  Cliff wore overalls to church, and they didn't kick us out.   

So Pastor Tom said a prayer with us and left.  So far, so good.