Non veni pacem mittere, sed gladium.
Or perhaps there was a guy with a freckle faced lady down there doing what they were without the benefit of clergy? Or maybe it was just an evil tree.
I'm sure it was just some bowhunter sitting in a tree stand on Sunday morning when he should have been in Church. That's how I always feel when I skip Church for hunting or fishing.
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Echoes of Jerry Reed's song "The Preacher and The Bear."