sick at heart...
got an accidental visit from somebody else's pastor.... a nice-seeming older gentleman.
Kind of a grandfatherly type who invited me to join the congregation sometime anyway.
A little more conversational stuff - polite niceties, you know
and he made a remark about somebody who was a non-believer wanted to come sing in his church.
[my first hackles rising at the term "his church"]
And how he couldn't allow it.
Because he couldn't allow a non believer to to utter words of praise in his church.
Because that was hypocritical.
Ouch! I wish I thought faster on my feet but I said that I thought the good Lord would love words of praise from anyone.
But no - the jaw set.
the teeth clenched.
Nope, words of praise from a nonbeliever was hypocrisy and an abomination in God's eyes.
The gentle little old grandfatherly type morphed into an angry self-righteous old man right before my eyes.
I wish I'd thought faster because he sounded like a Pharisee to me.
I wish I'd thought faster because I can't imagine Jesus would turn away anyone.
Because it's really God's house, isn't it?
I never did hear of God striking anyone dead for praising him in his house.
I can't imagine Jesus turning someone away or stopping them from praising the Father.
I guess it's okay that I didn't think faster. Coming up with a one-liner wouldn't have gained me anything - and I'm not sure that poor angry man would be open to hearing what he didn't agree with.
I just know that my heart hurts with the mean-spirit. I am struck with the self-righteousness for he clearly felt correct in his actions.
But I certainly won't visit "this man's church" because I would never be welcome.
Even though I profess to be a believer.
I don't think we believe in the same Jesus.
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