I got a phone call yesterday morning from my pastor, wanting my help with a matter that had come up. That in itself is not unusual, but the nature of the matter was. In recent weeks we'd had a series of break-in attempts at the church, and while they hadn't succeeded in getting inside the building, they had stolen the very large grill we keep outside for church barbecues and other special events. Well that can be replaced, although not cheaply.
But whoever it is that's been doing this - presumably the same people who have been throwing empty three-ounce liquor bottles around the grounds - decided to also leave us a little message on the back door adjacent to our loading dock. Keep in mind, I live in Michigan. Not in the deep south. The photo above is one I took myself at my pastor's request.