So, here I am sitting next to my father's hospital bed, he is very out of it. He is sleeping and not easily roused at all. I am typing away on my blog and in comes the preacher that "saved" my dad last week. He introduces himself to me and I tell him we have already met. He says he did seee me, but he hadn't gotten my name. I told him my name and that I was one of my dad's daughters, that he actually had 2 and a son. He asked how dad was, I told him. Then he asked me if I was a member of his church. We will call it Wando Woods Baptist Church, because, well, that's the name of it. ANYHOW, I said Yes sir I have been a member since I was 12 years old.....see....I trumped him....I GOT SAVED AT 12, he told my dad in such a superior tone that he was saved at 14! Nanner, nanner, nanner, I got saved first. Sorry, I digress.
SO then he asks me why he hasn't seen me in church. He said the bible says to be a good Christian you have to go to church. I said, I have a very close personal relationship with God. and I subscribe to the belief that sitting in church doesn't make you a Christian any more than sitting in your garage makes you a car. He didn't like that too much, but smiled a sickly sort of Jim and Tammy Faye Baker smile and said Well, now did you ever think that if everyone thought that way there would be no more church, if there was no church you would never have gotten saved. I said Sir, to my knowledge Jesus didn't have a church. That's good enough for me.
He started to say something else, but I stopped him and said Let's just agree to disagree, this is not the time or the place for this discussion. I appreciate that you came by to pray for my father, why don't we do that.
And so we did. And he left. Ya know, I needed that. It made me a lot less weepy. I guess when my friends ask me how they can help me, I should tell them they need to really piss me off, so that I can get a grip! :) Just kidding, be nice to me....PLEASE. Hugs are not uncalled for.
Have a blessed day.