“You can’t go with us to the club.” “We can’t ask you for happy hour.” “You’ve given up sooo much to be a Christian.” And “… shh-hh, here she comes.” The conversation must stop, because…. “she’s nice.”
Poor Dear, “look at the fun you are missing!” because you are a Christian, you will miss the joy of having a traffic ticket that reads, “Driving while intoxicated.”
Poor Dear, you will not even get to have a pickled liver because of the effects of achohol…..And, when you “party”, you will remember, the next day – what you did and who you were with,. sans headache and hangover. You will not even get to enjoy the comforts and good food at the local city jail.
Poor Dear, You will miss the thrill of hearing a doctor tell you that you have contracted a sexually transmitted disease.
Poor Dear, you will miss the “high” that terror brings when you learn they will do drug- testing at work. And what about lie detectors – not 100% accurate – but scarey because you’ve embezzled a little and lied a lot.
Poor Dear, you will always have someone standing beside you, even when all others forsake you. And imagine Dear, not even having the fun of lying awake tonight, worrying about your old age or what will happen should you die
Tell me now, who’s the Poor Dear?