I Went to Church and Nothing Has Changed


The opposite of freedom is guilt. Whenever I visit family who go to church, I’m guilted into going with them. Such visits are increasingly… not boring.

The last time I went, yesterday, the church bulletin solicited new deaconesses. I complained to the greeter because he talked to me, pointing out how Titus 2 requires older women to teach younger women to be attentive to husbands and busy at home… NOT to handle Scripture. Men study God, women study men. It goes without saying that the head coverings of 1 Cor. 11 were not practiced. Strange that all the women who study Scripture these days haven’t come across that verse yet?

Note these arguments are easy to remember, the rhyming of Titus 2 and the number one in 1 Cor. 11. Nearly all churches are guilty of disobeying these so whenever the topic comes up, you won’t even need a Bible.

It was also invaded by a local cult. Didn’t learn which one. the pastor’s wife ran them off too quickly. Pastor just watched; he didn’t look the part of Defender of the Faith. I respect the cult more than the church; they at least took a risk for what they believed.

Before that, at the church I grew up in, an unmarried young woman wanted funding for a missions trip to Germany. She was going alone, not as part of a missionary organization. She didn’t speak the language. She had no evangelism experience. She knew nobody in-country. And she was only going to be gone a week.

She wanted the Church to fund her no-witness sex tour of Musloid invaders and I missed my chance to nuke her because I intentionally overslept.


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