I’m Not CRAZY, but I might be a carrier: Infectious Inspiration from Comedian Charles Marshall
Some people say I am crazy (I’m not), but “I’m Not CRAZY, but I might be a carrier” is so very funny. The cover says the book contains “Infectious inspiration from comedian Charles Marshall” and that is exactly what we get. I have read several books written by comedians and have not been disappointed yet. The material covered in the books is an extension of what they are able to cover on stage and in much greater depth. The difference in Charles Marshall and the others is that he is just as funny, or even funnier, yet his work is so very inspirational. Faith for today’s world is what we receive. I really feel that a little laughter makes the day much brighter. As you turn each page you realize God’s love is working on you through the word of Charles. His inviting presence makes you comfortable and acceptable to his gift. His straight to the point tales will have you realizing how each of God’s creatures is more alike that we sometimes wish: “There is a place in my home that strikes terror in the hearts of all its inhabitants (all those over three feet tall that is). It is a place that we try not to think about and that we avoid at all costs. The very mention of its name makes my wife and me shudder in revulsion and fear. It’s called the Black Hole. The Black Hole is the default repository of all those sundry pieces of paper that we know we should probably keep but are too lazy to find. In our house, it’s the bottom dresser drawer.” In ours, it’s a Longaberger basket sitting beside our dresser. Go figure – everyone has one. Charles says, “The thing is, God sees everything inside us, and still loves us, in spite of all the mess.” “I’m Not CRAZY” by Charles Marshall is really worth reading - very light, funny, and will put a smile on your face. For every situation man goes through, a solution can be found through God. The chapters are short so you would be able to leave your book in the car and read when you pick up the children at school, while on your lunch break, or (around here) even at some red-lights.
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