I just saw this video from 2008 of the perils of incorporating a motorcyle into your sermon.
He seems to have confused the Disciples out of Chicago with those other Disciples out of the New Testament.
This does explain the line “My folks were always putting him down (down, down)” . . .
I don’t understand why god would let something like that happen in ‘his’ house.
Those people are surely not in the favor of the lord.
Crashin’ for baby Jesus! Cool!
Oc, no “brains” in that crowd could be damaged any ‘Farther Along’ beyond their preexisting condition…
Sang hit, Brother Swaggart, Sang hit! The Devil hizn’ seff iz a’playin’ ‘dat ivry-keyed pianner…Glory be tae Gawd!
I’m really am curious about the exhaust fumes.
After all if he sat there revving the engine a few times then they wouldn’t need the Kool Aid, right?
The pew, the loud, the latrines …
Hey that’s funny stuff.
I wonder what they did about the carbon monoxide fumes from the exhaust?
I always wanted to do that, but unannounced.
Was that a Toyota motorcycle? It sure did look like the throttle got stuck. 🙂
It takes a Priest to drive a flock but a swine herder to drive a HOG.
Is this the next Joel Osteen? Nah, it Chicago…..