Let’s see: The summer solstice is behind us. The weatherman says the high today will be 98. It’s June 27th. While making up the bed today, my better half asked if we should put the "summer spread" on the bed. Jesus wept.
We all know about Pentecostals that handle poisonous snakes as a part of their religious services; in fact we recall a PBS airing not too long ago about the practice wherein a grizzled old pastor proudly showed off his multiple injuries suffered when the "handled" snakes did not take kindly to his ministrations. Gnarly, it was.
But this picture says that Pentecostals got nothing on the good folks in other parts of the world (I hope)…He isn’t handling snakes, he’s breathing snakes. It’s way too much to contemplate.