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I don’t know if this is a true story or not. I received it via email yesterday. I’ve done some Googling and checked out Snopes, but I cannot find anything to confirm or debunk this story. In any case, it’s good enough to share!

In a small Texas town, a new bar/tavern started a building to open up their business. The local Baptist church started a campaign to block the bar from opening with petitions and prayers.

Work progressed, however right up till the week before opening, when a lightning strike hit the bar and it burned to the ground.

The church folks were rather smug in their outlook after that, till the bar owner sued the church on the grounds that the church was ultimately responsible for the demise of his building, either through direct or indirect actions or means. The church vehemently denied all responsibility or any connection to the building’s demise in its answer to the court.

As the case made its way in to court, the judge looked over the paperwork. At the hearing he commented, “I don’t know how I’m going to decide this, but as it appears from the paperwork, we have a bar owner who believes in the power of prayer, and an entire church congregation that doesn’t.”

One of my favorite TV shows growing up was Emergency! — a show that any little boy would love with fire trucks, lights and sirens, firefighters, lights and sirens, ambulances, lights and sirens, exciting action, lights and sirens…

Last night, it hit a little too close to home, though. We had our own EMERGENCY!

Fortunately, everything turned out okay in the end, except for a few minor, but painful injuries. But it gave everyone a big scare.

I was relaxing in my recliner. Ashley was doing something else (I’m not sure what). Sarah was working on a class assignment that involved making churros, “a fried-dough pastry-based snack,” for her class. Karla was helping her.

Karla and Sarah were deep-frying the pastries. All of a sudden one of the pieces of dough exploded and then another. Boiling oil splattered everywhere — on the ceiling, on the surrounding walls, on the kitchen floor. A flash of flame lit up the stove area. Both Karla and Sarah cried out — partly because they were startled, partly because they had been sprayed with hot oil and partly because the situation was plain terrifying. They instinctively backed away, but Karla fell backwards because of the frying oil that had coated the floor. Continued