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“No, it’s not taken. Have a seat.”
“Nice weather we’re having, isn’t it?”
“Oh, sure, a few less clouds would be nice, but I can’t complain too much – about the sunshine, that is.”
“What am I doing here? Well, I’m waiting for my wife to pick me up, and this bench looked as good a place as any. She decided to get some shopping done while I talked to the pastor.”
“The one at the church right behind us. He’s an OK guy, but I tell you, he’s got some weird ideas.”
“I could write me a book. First of all, he keeps talking about a relationship, and how I need to trust Christ to be a Christian. I mean, what does he know? Who is he to tell me I’m not a Christian? I’ve been going to church my whole life – every Easter and every Christmas. Besides, I thought the bible said we weren’t supposed to judge. And what am I supposed to trust Christ about anyway?”
“My wife practically made me go talk to this guy. I figured I’d do it, just to get her to stop asking, you know? He’s the new pastor at this church, you see, and Marilyn just loves him. She’s actually been going to church every Sunday – and on some Wednesdays too! Been acting different too. Had to make sure this wasn’t a cult or anything.”
“Well, I’m not convinced it isn’t, especially the way Marilyn talks about that pastor. He’s been putting some bizarre thoughts in her head. That man’s been telling her that folks have to be born again – whatever that means - and having God as a friend, and Him living inside her. I tell you, it sounds like reincarnation and possession to me!”
“Oh, you think that’s bad. Wait till you hear his take on heaven!”
“I’m sure you can’t imagine. He told me – get this – the only way to get to heaven on my own is to be perfect. ‘Good isn’t good enough,’ he says. Who is he to insult me like that? I’m a decent guy, you know! I pay my taxes. I don’t beat my wife. I do more good than bad, but that’s not enough for Mr. Man of God over there.”
“How does he say we get to heaven? Heck if I know. He started going on about death and confession and believing, but it made no sense to me. He kept asking me to look stuff up in the bible. He’s the preacher – why do I need to read that thing?”
“Oh, no. That’s not all. You wouldn’t believe what that man has to say about my hard-earned paycheck. He had the nerve to tell me that the money I break my back to earn isn’t mine! He said it was God’s. That’s when I walked out of that fool man’s office and found this bench. Bet he was about to tell me that, since he was God’s representative, I should give it all to him.”
“Yeah, he followed me out, but I told him our conversation was over. Then – get this – he said he would pray for me.”
“I don’t get it either. Guess he’s just a holy roller. I’m definitely going to have a talk with Marilyn about this.”
“Well, speak of the devil, there’s her car. Nice talking to you. I’m guessing Marilyn’s gonna be glad that preacher’s praying for me once I’m done talking to her!”
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For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God. 1 Corinthians 1:18 NKJV
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