Since seeing it many decades ago in a collection of Charles Addams' work, I have thought of this cartoon again and again. I have alluded to it, used it, and finally found it again here. It's funny, and makes a point, and can work as an illustration for a dozen sermons:
I more think of it in relation to the person who imagines (and it is just that) that he can't find a local church to commit himself to. Because this one is too small, and that one is too large; in this one, the music is too modern, in that it is too traditional; in this one the people are too cliquish, in that one they're too intrusive; this one is a degree off of true on this doctrine, while that one is off on that doctrine. Sermons too long here, too short there; too deep here, too shallow there. And even when it's just right, it's not just-just right.
So, you see, I have a note from God making it okay for me to sin.
But just me.