One Fad to rule them all, One Fad to find them,
One Fad to neuter all and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Mars Hill where the popcorn pops.
Anonymous has left a new comment on your post "Ski, Katie, and Glende in Seattle - For a Game?":
Should we make it nine Nazgûl chasing the Ring?
Much that once was, is lost.
For none now live that remember it.
It began with the forging of the great rings.
Three were given to the Sausage Factory WELveS, immortal, wisest, and fairest of all beings in their own minds.
Seven to the LittleSect dwarf Lords.
Nine rings were given to the race of Enthusiast-Praise Bands, who above all things desire power.
But they were all of them deceived, for another ring was made. Near the land of Mars Hill, in the Popcorn Kettle of Doom, the Evil Foe forged in secret... a master ring to dominate all others. Into this ring he poured his cruelty, his malice, and his will to deprive the world of the simple, pure Gospel. One Church Growth Ring to Rule Them All.
One by one the confessional churches fell through the deception of the Church Growth Ring. But there were some who resisted.
A last alliance of LC-Men_S and WELveS marched against the armies of Church Growth. In the land of Fuller, on the slopes of Willow Creek, they fought for the freedom of the unrestrained Gospel.
It was in this moment, when all hope had faded, that Ichabod, Son of the King, took up his Fathers' Sword...
(all in good fun)
+ Diet O. Worms
---
Ski caption: "Way cool."
