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When I left my fundamentalist church, I took a summer and visited every other church in my town. A very interesting experience; I recommend it. At the Pentecostal church, I knew I was a stranger in a strange land when I saw the way the women stared at my short hair and my pants, but I wasn't prepared for a lengthy digression in the ad-libbed sermon against organ donation, on the grounds that, when we are all resurrected at the Rapture, all the donated organs will be returned to their original owners. The preacher painted a rather vivid word picture of hearts and kidneys and livers flying through the air on resurrection day.

That was the same preacher who, an hour and a half into the sermon, said, "I see some of you looking at your watches. Well, I'm not going to stop preaching until the Lord tells me I'm done."