One of the weekly adult Sunday school obligations was bringing in treats. There was a sign-up sheet with suggestions and I kept my promise to bring something once a month or so.
There were other opportunities, too, like Sunday school secretary, prayer chain leader, and teaching the weekly lesson.
One Sunday, on which I was feeling very involved and glad to be there, the Sunday school teacher prayed for the snacks, made a few announcements, then sternly took us to task for not getting involved. He dropped his leather bible on the podium with a heavy slap-thud and walked back to the snack table.
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I'm the type that wants to give and does his best to give what and when he can. I also don't respond well to guilt trips when what I can do isn't enough. And so I end up doing less, or nothing, or leaving, which is what I did then.
I wasn't miffed, and that wasn't the only thing that dampened my enthusiasm at that church, but it tipped the scale.
I realize now, however, as an ageing Christian that still has a lot of Baptist in him, that there wasn't anything outside the preaching and fellowship to keep me there.
If baptism is only a symbol, and communion a commemoration appended to the service once a month (rather than a dose of grace at every service), and repentance remains private, then what's left are only the sorts of affinities that create lodges or fraternities or book clubs, in themselves good things to be sure, but easily exchanged.
That's my opinion only, of course, and his nothing to do with how much any of us love Jesus.
[2014-05-08]
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Please know that I have a number of friends and family who disagree with me, some probably quite strongly. My comments are not veiled responses, just Clarence sharing his thoughts. Sometimes they coincide with other conversations I'm having, which is not a coincidence, but is entirely benign.
I respect and love those who may disagree with me.
[2014-05-19]
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