There are some people in the world who get paid to play games.
Then there are also those who get paid not to play games.
I am among the latter.
Last year at Pastor Scot’s worship arts open house, I was caught cheating by Pastor Mike during one of the games.
He called me names like Arminian, and stuff that you would have to be a theologian to understand.
I will admit, I might have been a little guilty, but I won the top prize.
The very next day, Pastor Mike suffered a heart attack.
This year at the open house, to make sure Pastor Mike didn't have a relapse, I was given a prize before the game started. Then I was told I was disqualified from playing because I had already won something.
My prize was a Christmas decorated T-shirt, which actually fit me.
While I was modeling it for the crowd, I let everyone know I was going to come out of the bathroom that night wearing just the shirt, and dancing for my wife.
Imagining what that would look like, most everyone threw up.
A new game introduced this year was, upon entering the house, you had to write your name on a slip of paper and place it in a bowl.
There were no specific instructions on how many times you were supposed to fill out a paper.
I might have done it more than once.
You'll never guess whose name they pulled out of the bowl.
I was one of the proud winners.
Thankfully, my name did not get pulled out again, so I got away with it, probably saving Mike's life.
I think I was the top prize winner of the evening, coming home with two, and I didn't have to get out of the chair.
I'm thinking maybe next year they will offer me a prize just to stay home.
Something with a plug on the end would be nice.