Even if there weren't so many terribly misbehaving children who haven't been taught to shut up for one hour, I wouldn't have been able to hear the preacher's low-volume microphone anyway. He was talking, I could tell that much. But what he was saying was anyone's guess. If there had been a clock on the wall, I could have heard it ticking better than anything that was supposed to be relevant. Read More »
insincerity
