Leo, my cousin’s husband, asked me Saturday night if I could go with him to church Sunday morning in order to discuss some business. I agreed that that was a fine idea. I haven’t been inside a church for about 13 months. I realized about that only now.
And so I was able to meet a couple of nice people before, during and after the worship service.
Immediately after the crowd was dismissed, I was ushered into a room together with other “first-timers” to get a welcome from the pastor. It took more than ten long minutes before the pastor showed up. It was a fine, cordial, courtesy welcome and it didn’t take a minute before the preacher excused himself and left the room. For some kind of reason he had at that moment why he seemed uninterested to ask everyone’s name, I was likewise more than happy to get out of the room and get a lunch somewhere.
Yeah, I know now. There’s something not good about that room. I smelled some kind of a spray repellant permeating the air. Wheesh. If we guests stayed there a little longer, the Jews would be shocked to find out the legacy of holocaust found its place in the chambers of some Christian churches!
On my way out of the church building, I thought I be would be off the hook already. Unexpectedly, my cousin’s teenage daughter was still in her youth meeting. And then the guy I met earlier grabbed hold of me and engaged me in some discussions related to the activities of the church, himself and more about himself, blah blah blah. He’s about my age and he was certainly comfortable to throw a few personal questions.
I said I’m into some kind of a social work but I work on my own to work my way to do social works. And so he said that’s nice he knew what I was saying and that he and and the church, too, do these and those and da dah dah.
Okay. He was lecturing on the biblical principles he knew about the spiritual needs of people to get to know this or that in order to become a good person, etc.
And somewhere in his speech I said something like “yeah, that’s what’s everyone is hearing on the radio and actually seeing in the tv almost everyday and I’m sure most people are aware about that.” And then I pricked him with my tiny sword to disequlibriate him by saying, “ I think you will have to agree with me that the churches of today have such a wide and big mouth and that we should bring the legs and arms back to the Body of Christ.”
I hated it that I caused him to loose his balance. At such a great length, he lectured me with his knowledge about the more important things other than doing social works, etc. He was so defensive, offensive, provocative, negative and so far gone out of wider outlook. Bad, he was unable to find himself back again in the conversation because bisita lang ako 'no?---and so I just shut my mouth up and patiently took a lot of beatings and lashings from the elements flying out of his almost sanctified mouth. Gutom lang din siguro ‘tong mama na ‘to why he can't tame the volcano.
Fortunately, the youth meeting ended and got my cue to get excused and be with my niece to take me to the parking lot.
Posted at 12:46 am by g8krazzer
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