Yesterday, my oldest son and I, along with Bethany and two of my grandchildren, attended the Tinora vs. Fairview football game. We arrived about an hour before game time and found our seats at the 50 yard line on the Tinora side of the field. A half hour or so later, an older man and woman came near where we were sitting and the following conversation took place:
Woman, pointing to the seats in front of us: Are these seats saved?
Bruce, the Evangelical turned atheist: No, they are lost.
Woman, clueless that she has stumbled into a theological snarkfest: Well, they are saved now.
My son and I had a good laugh.
Reminds me of when my DH-pastor was driving small DD and friend somewhere and non-churchgoing friend asked from the back seat ‘Are you a medium?’ He was wondering how to enlighten her about the truth of his beliefs against the sin of believing in spirits when she said ‘Because the label on your shirt collar is sticking out and it says medium!’
Obviously they weren’t saved seats, since they got taken. There was no perseverance of the seats.