my husband and i were there attending a funeral service. One of his buddies, mistah-big-spendah has lost his wife. Oh yeah, he was grieving, you could tell, as he carried that little bread-box. But frankly, was a wtf moment...what??? He had $$$ for frequent trips, four-wheelers and other various toys...but no money for a modest coffin? But i thought cremation didn't fly in that congregation, but i guess they changed their policy on that - and a bunch of other things, here of late. Figures.
Anyway, near the conclusion of the service, the pretty-hatted men up front called the chosen up front to each partake a pretty cookie and a cup of wine; a song played, it's lyrics calling the sheep - of which i wasn't one, and my husband seriously out of fellowship. Btw, their policy is, number one: the pretty-hatted men understand the Scriptures, and members really have no business even thinking they could understand Scripture. Number two, salvation is an on-again-off-again thing. Surprised?
But that was years ago, i was new to the faith, so i didn't know any better.
Was really sad, felt like a six-year old whose daddy didn't want any parts of. The funeral over, we left the building. Turned to my husband with a request. "Honey, can we go over to the bar? i could use a drink."
Busstop.
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