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The Reverend Robert Donaldson wore
rubber gloves as he blessed a baptismal font, turning it to holy water.
The non-believers didn't go to church, didn't have a place for God in
their lives- and their lives were eternally wanting because of it.
They put their money into expensive condominiums, fancy electronics,
all manner of personal possessions, and they were never satisfied with
them. Couldn't they see that this gaping hole, which was constantly
being filled by $5000 TVs and $500 suede shoes, would never be filled
by consumer possessions? Only through Christ would they find meaning.
Reverend Robert had dedicated his life to baptizing others as the
Lord's children, and he couldn't just let one person stumble into his
church while the other 99 went to Hell unaware. He had to get creative.
He was practical enough, however, to know that the police department
probably would not see his creativity as the Lord's work. So that was
why he wore dark clothes and rubber gloves when blessing the baptismal
font, which was also the sprinkler supply tank over a luxury
condominium high-rise. He climbed down one story from the roof, went to
the first penthouse sprinkler head he saw, and held a cigarette lighter
over it. The lighter set the sprinkler off, raining holy water down on
the penthouse floor, and trickling down to all other floors. All the
electronics, rugs and clothing in the building would be ruined. But all
the occupants would be baptized, and hopefully a few souls would be
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