I listen to a fair amount of evangelical Christian radio programming. A lot of it is pretty interesting, and obviously there's a fair amount of Scripture discussed, which I always find interesting.
Of course I have a few questions for evangelical radio preachers too.
For example, "How come you guys are all named Skip?"
Or Chip, or something like that. Try saying this with a straight face: "Chip, Cardinal Spellman."
Could you do it? Me neither.
Another question: if you folks are bent on sending missionaries to Italy, how come you call that your "Eye-talian program?" Come on, don't tell me nobody's ever told you how to pronounce the word!
One of the oddest sights I ever saw in my life was in JFK airport, in the lounge waiting for my flight to Rome. A group of young guys, maybe 20 years old, with short hair, neatly ironed clothes and neckties, giving each other stiff hugs. You know the form: no body contact, just arms on shoulders and hearty backslaps, reminds you of Heimie on "Get Smart."
They were joined by a group of girls about the same age- long ponytails, full skirts, big smiles. The girls shook hands with the boys,and let me tell you they were taking no chances- there was a good three feet between every hand-shaking pair. They had to bend at the waist just to reach each other.
I thought, No. It can't be.
But I had to know. So I got closer and cruised past their nametags.
Yup. I was right.
Bound for Rome.
All I could think was, Well kids, you certainly have a tough job ahead of you. Forget theology- you're going to go ito Italy, of all places, and tell them they have to give up wine and espresso? "Good people don't do lattes!"
To say nothing of the challenge of having multiple Italian wives.
[Oh, and for anyone who might be wondering: I listen to a lot of "alternative" radio, too. Better music.]