A while ago I wrote this piece about a dialogue between your typical (thoroughly Christian) American housewife, and her garbage can. I called the latter Mr. Chompo, Your Friendly Garbage Can. The thorough Christian was named Mrs. Americus, or Mrs. A to Chompo.

It seems Mr. Chompo was getting fed up with pondering how really Christian Mrs. A was. "I’ve had it right up to my lid," he was heard to mutter.

It seems Mrs. A’s trips to the garbage can were too frequent, too irresponsible, and not at all in line with verse 12 of John 6.

It seems Mrs. A did not conform to what Mr. C felt was applied Christianity. "Coming home from Sunday morning worship, with sermon, she ought to act otherwise," was Chompo’s point of view.

Now it is common knowledge that Your Friendly Garbage Can was well read.…