Years ago, a columnist for the Dallas Morning News wrote a column featuring some of the most popular cleaning agents of the era. It was a gag about the importance of attending church, and it generated a not of reader response. I am warning you, the following is very punny:
Are you soft soaping God about your Texsize problem? Duz you drift along with the Tide? Though you can Cheer up and a have real Joy, the Dove of peace is sending an SOS to all.
The trend is to Breeze to church regularly on Sunday morning. But too many Woodbury their heads in a pillow.
Or work in the yard like Handy Andy. Forgetting that the Lord's Day was made for Lesstoil. Don't trust your Lux. Or wait for us to Dial you up. To remind you of those Ivory palaces.
This is not just idle Babble. Worship will add to your Lifeboy. So Wisk yourself out of bed, Sunday. Dress up Spic and Span. Dash like a Comet to God's house. You'll feel as Fantastic as Irish Spring and you'll have new Zest and Pride of conscious. If you'll keep this Pledge, you too can be Mr. Clean.
I’m all for attending church, but as a response of gratitude to the saving work of Jesus. That is the secret to a clean conscience.
Hebrews 9:14--How much more, then, will the blood of Christ, who through the eternal Spirit offered himself unblemished to God, cleanse our consciences from acts that lead to death, so that we may serve the living God!