I’m a professional copywriter. I am, in theory, supposed to be a highly honed, detail-dedicated arbiter of punctuation and grammar.  That's why I look for typos in the worship songs at church. What's your excuse? I know, I know ... you didn't mean to. It was just up there on the screen, letters that are two feet tall practically screaming out at you, "Look at me, I'm a typo! Who's got two J's in their name and is here to love you in the chorus of this song? His name is J-Jesus!"
     And then you're stuck. It only takes one hit to become an addict. You want to stop. Deep down inside, you know you're supposed to be worshiping, to be communing with the Holy Spirit in song and praise, but now it's too late. After that first typo, you start noticing more. And if the words are all spelled correctly, you start picking up on spacing problems. "That 'Thank you' should have been on the same line as 'Jesus,"" you think to yourself. "That 'Jesus' is just a widow down there, all alone on its own line. Poor little lonely Jesus, stuck down in a corner of the screen by himself. Nobody puts Jesus in a corner."
     Oh great, now you're thinking about Dirty Dancing during the middle of the sermon. And you're mad that you have to stand during worship because it's hard to write down the number of mistakes you found in the bulletin unless you're sitting.
     Now you're proofreading the bulletin, which isn't really fair, because the person who put that together probably had about thirteen seconds to get it to the printer, and the cake sale folks were late getting their info in, so is it her fault there's a "cank sale" this Sunday? "That kind of sounds like the abbreviation for cankle," you
think to yourself. You've got to be kidding me. Now you're judging people's body images? Everyone else is singing "Blessed Be Your Name," and you're judging the cankles of the people in the row next to you?