Tonight I was working on the network at my church, running cable to a room that's currently being used to store lots of miscellaneous crap. While I was moving some stuff around to make room for my ladder, I found a small pile of Jack Chick tracts sitting next to a large pile of matches. I thought to myself, "if this isn't a sign from God, I don't know what is."
If you're unfamilar with Chick tracts, here are a few examples from what I found and from the catalog on his website:
I don't know how they got there; I'm hoping they've been there since before we moved in to the building a few years ago, but there's a small part of me that's afraid someone actually brought this trash into our church. But, no worries, it's been taken care of:
"It is finished."