On Friday night, I had dinner with a friend and her two teenaged daughters. <\/p>\n
<\/a><\/p>\n Rachelle, my wife, had to work and was unable to make it. These are the text messages that she sent me over the course of the evening:<\/p>\n <\/p>\n *************************************<\/p>\n Rachelle: Pickle, tell me, how\u2019s dinner going?<\/p>\n Rachelle: Really? You\u2019re giving it a C minus, maybe a D?<\/p>\n Rachelle: That\u2019s strange.<\/p>\n Rachelle: Really? You’ve lost a lot of respect for the family?<\/p>\n Rachelle: Did they call you out for bringing half a bottle of wine again?<\/p>\n Rachelle: You have to stop doing that. It\u2019s embarrassing!<\/p>\n Rachelle: It is.<\/p>\n Rachelle: No, I\u2019m not embarrassing, you\u2019re embarrassing.<\/p>\n Rachelle: Oh, I think I know what happened.<\/p>\n Rachelle: What did you wear out?<\/p>\n Rachelle: You wore your black turtleneck and that jacket, didn\u2019t you?<\/p>\n Rachelle: I know you think it makes you look like Carl Sagan.<\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n Rachelle: I know.<\/p>\n Rachelle: But I still don\u2019t understand why you think that\u2019s a good thing.<\/p>\n Rachelle: Look, I don\u2019t hate the cosmos.<\/p>\n Rachelle: Or space exploration.<\/p>\n Rachelle: Just bad clothes.<\/p>\n Rachelle: Now come on, just tell me what happened.<\/p>\n Rachelle: Oh, sweet Jesus that\u2019s hilarious!!<\/p>\n Rachelle: So, just before everybody was about to start dinner, Marston said, \u201cEdgy Pastor, would you please lead us in grace?\u201d<\/p>\n