Really? I've Been Too Nice?

Someone mentioned the blog to me last week and said they really enjoyed the week-long series about my uncle and his family. I really appreciated that, and told them to keep on commenting. Then they did.
They said that I have been too nice lately. That I was not going "after" the hard issues like I used to, which I really dont recall ever doing.
So, I have decided to write about the "hard" issues this week.
First, I think that if you are going to make excuses for why you dont come to church, then come up with something powerful. Seriously... I heard this one and it just reeks of lame. "We are not coming because one of the teens went to the altar, knelt, and we could see his butt crack." I am not exposing my children to that." But you expose your kids to other things, and that does not seem to bother you. And the saddest thing of all is that your kids like church. Way to punish the kid with the butt crack. Couldnt you just tell him to wear a longer shirt, or to pull it down, or maybe you could have walked up, and stood in front of the offensive crack, or prayed with him. Major Lame.
Or this one..."It is my only day off." Other than my half day Tuesdays, and Saturday. I call that laziness.
Or "this person makes me angry so I am staying home." Dont you have people at work that make you angry? How does that work out for you?
Now I know some people will call the pastor, or a trustee, and say, "He was talking about me on his blog". I have a telephone, call me. Explain these lame reasons to me.
The music is too loud, I dont like drums, I dont like this person, the pews make my 'roids hurt, it was too cold, it was too hot, I got bulletin ink on my hands, I am bored....
We are so lucky Christ did not go crazy with whiny excuses.
"Ow, these nails hurt!" "I am allergic to wood." "This loincloth is causing me to itch." "I dont want to die for everyone, because there are certain people I just dont like." "I can see the two criminals butt cracks."
By the way, I wont be there Sunday, honoring veterans is really not my thing.
(editors note: the last part is not true, it is just sarcasm)