LOL

Bolting thunder?
Thunder bolting?

Either way, needs a wrench.

Chinchillazilla: Isn't that what church towers were actually designed for? Drawing lightning away from the more combustible houses nearby?

Kind of like trailer parks and tornadoes?

wait... which one was which?

This thread needs the Jesus set on fire by lightning.

SwiftFox: loki see loki do: Hey, this is my pal Jerry's church. Many steeples are plated with copper. You are, of course, supposed to ground them well.

/except the Amish, apparently they won't use lightening rods.

Encourages people to build too-tall and worldly buildings.

Jehovah doesn't like tall things. He's still ticked off over Babel

Explains WTC.

/too soon, but screw you all.

Protestant: Hey, wait a minute, I was a complete and devout Protestant. I thought we got into Heaven?
Hell Orientation Director: Yes, well, I'm afraid you were wrong.
Jehovah's Witness: I was a practicing Jehovah's Witness.
Hell Orientation Director: You picked the wrong religion as well.
Random Orientation Attendee: Well, who was right? Who got into Heaven?
Hell Orientation Director: I'm afraid it was the ... Mormons were the correct answer.
Orientation Attendees: [collective groan]

Following the death of Quasimodo. the Bishop of the Cathedral Church of Notre Dame sent word throughout the streets of Paris that a new bellringer would need to be appointed. The Bishop decided that he would himself conduct the interviews, and went up into the belfry to interview the candidates. After observing several applicants demonstrate their skills, he decided to call it a day, when an armless man approached him announcing that he was there to apply for the post.. The Bishop, incredulous declared, " My Son, you have no arms!" " No matter" replied the man. He then proceeded to strike the bells with his face, producing the most beautiful melody on the carillon. The Bishop was astonished, believing he had indeed found a suitable replacement for Quasimodo. But in rushing forward to strike a bell, the armless man tripped, and plunged headlong out of the belfry to his death in the street below. The Bishop, stunned rushed to his side. When he reached the street, a crowd had gathered around the fallen figure, drawn by the beauty of the music they had heard, but a moment before. As they parted in silence to allow the Bishop through, one of the number asked " Bishop, who was this man?"
"I don't know his name," the bishop sadly replied, "but his face rings a bell."

We've got a few crosses thunderbolts left....