The United Methodist minister of a large church in Dallas two days ago shared a long Facebook “dream” in which he imagined I choked to death while eating a bologna sandwich and chortling over my denominational mischief. I’m then standing before St. Peter and confronted by my reputed sins, which included working for the CIA, fighting “commies” in the church, and supposedly trying to keep gays out of the church. At the end, St. Peter tells me, “John Wesley wants to talk, and just a warning he’s pissed.”
This minister’s post was overly long, especially for a “dream,” not clever or funny, and tacky. The minister had concluded it by saying he “prayed to rewind the dream tonight and I’ll report to you what happens to you if it comes to me.” But he removed the post last night, so maybe he will not report further about his “dreams.”
The incident recalled another moment involving a United Methodist official and sandwiches. In 2015 Board of Church and…
