Glad that salvation-by-works Sunday-morning country-club wouldn't have me as a member...but at the time,

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.