WRECKING BALL

One time my dad was asked to join the Trustees Committee at a church where he was a relatively new member. If you're not familiar with church lingo, the Trustees oversee building maintenance and repair. And this particular church building was, shall we say, "historic". 

It had some serious issues and the cost to renovate was going to be more than a stretch for the tiny congregation.

Now, Dad was always a straight shooter and didn't hesitate to state his mind. He told the chair of the Trustees, "You don't want me on that committee."

The chair asked, "And why wouldn't we?"

Dad replied simply, "Because my answer to most of the Trustees' problems will be two words: 'wrecking ball'."

There wasn't an ounce of attachment in that man's body for any stained glass window, no preference over carpet color, and no desire to make a pew more comfortable. 

He was a rarity among church members, to be sure.