The second story found me further into my wake-up, and I believe it will be shorter. It is the same church, but this time it is after the opening music ...and the dancing.

The preacher is talking about sin ...the sin of the flesh, the works of the flesh, and the deeds of the flesh.

Suddenly, an elderly man at the back of the church stands up, and interrupts, "But sometimes the flesh is good."

The entire church is silent.  It is as if the innocent lambs of the congregation have been just interrupted by the voice of a wolf.  And all of their shocked faces turn toward him.

He does not realize the extent of his interruption, but instead continues to try to convince them all of his point, "Why are you all staring at me that way?  Studies have shown ..."

He doesn't notice that suddenly the doors at the back, leading to the center aisle ...open.

An elderly lady, everyone recognizes as his wife, enters. 

The doors behind her swing back and forth ...like that of a saloon in a Western movie.  She stops short, looking towards her husband, who seemingly still does not notice her.  She leans on her cane to upright herself ...then raises it, as 'the law' would draw a gun to restore order in those Westerns.

Her husband continues on, attempting to reiterate his point, " ...and yes, studies have shown that flesh touching flesh releases Oxytocin, and is a healthy thing."

At this point, he looks slightly to the side, and notices her there. He desperately attempts to backtrack a bit, "Well, I mean, when I have my pole and I'm on the riverbank ...with my pants rolled up to my knees, I wiggle my toes."

His wife shakes her cane at him, "You're fishin' alright!"