Valerie is a 42-year-old, single, Reformed Christian lady who lives in Baltimore. She doesn't remember a time
before she knew and loved Jesus, but she does remember accepting John Calvin into her heart in March of 2000.
Valerie is a member of Christ Reformed Evangelical Church in Annapolis.
Though her career aspiration is to be a housewife, Valerie has not yet found anyone suitable who wishes to hire
her for employment in that field (or, more properly, anyone suitable has not found her), so in the meantime she
earns her daily bread working in communications -- editing, writing, print design and website management.
How NOT to Prepare for Worship
So I'm driving down the highway this past Sunday morning, tuned in to a station that plays old editions of Casey Kasem's American Top 40. They'll pick the show from the same week in some previous year. This week it was 1974. Perhaps they chose it because there was a Jackson 5 tune in the top 10. Perhaps because it was 25 years ago...a nice anniversarial number. But whatever the reason, the show was timed with my drive so that just as I turned onto the road where my church meets Casey announced the #4 hit of the week -- a novelty tune that had been remarkably popular. And thus, ladies and gentlemen, the last song I heard before heading into worship was that edifying classic "The Streak."
P.S. Actually, a merry heart doeth good like a kick in the pants, and I can always use a boost of cheerfulness to get my spirit going on Sunday mornings. I chalked it up to Providence and gave thanks for the divine joke. If your god isn't that funny, you have my condolences!
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On August 31, 2009 2:27 PMAnonymouswrote... The very first time I heard that song, the high school basketball team from my hometown was playing in the state championships. I knew the game was sometime that day, and so I turned on the local radio station just in time to hear something to the effect of "we're here live at the state basketball championship ... what's that ... Ethel, don't look Ethel ... it was too late, she already got a free shot ... Ethel, what are you doing? Ethel, you shameless hussy."
At first I thought I was hearing a live broadcast. It soon became apparent that I wasn't.
