God Ain't In That

As I walked up to the garage, I was careful to avoid losing my balance. It was completely dark and there were no night lights in that yard. The only light came throught the window of a garage where the owner of the home lived. The driveway was littered with a few shallow pot holes and loose gravel. Though there was an ominous feeling in the air, I was courageously led on by my desire to live in what I thought was the house of my dreams. It looked so romantic and mysterious. There were nine bedrooms and my impression was that all of the tenants would share the responsibilities. Oh how exciting I thought. Community living, just what I always wanted. This would be the lifestyle for me.

My thoughts immediately went to a dear woman I had just met. She had invited me to her church and seemed to really want to be helpful to me. Earlier that day, she drove by the house to check it out for me. She didn't seem to really approve of the house and seemed to say in a most polite way "God ain't in that". Well, this is my life I thought. I've got to live it my way. After all, I think I can handle myself. I know right from wrong....I think.

When I approached the garage door, I looked through the window of the garage and I immediately jumped back. I was shocked and a little amazed. The man (who could only be the owner) was running around naked!!!!