“…the elders wanted him to follow the old traditional format and leave reality at the door because reality didn’t belong in a church.” Nailed my youth in half a sentence. Spent Sunday, often Saturday and usually Thursday night at some church function. She was a wonderful organist and perhaps more unique, she was fluent in Latin and cold nail the priests when they tried their Latin B.S. to silence somebody. I didn’t realize she was paid to be there until years later her death. I thought she was a devout woman. The point is, she used to run afoul of many traditional priests because she always wanted to introduce contemporary music (Puff The Magic Dragon period) and that would lead to her acid comments about women and the church.
When we came to this Valley, I had no experience with churches, except for having been married in one. Garry had enough to make up for both of us. We chose a church because a very serious Christian friend of mine loved it and I loved her.
Between our coming to the valley in 2000 and now, the Pastor who I like very much was driven out because he liked to talk about what was going on in the great big world but the elders wanted him to follow the old traditional format and leave reality at the door because reality didn’t belong in a church.
Having ditched a smart (and often funny) Pastor, they decided the way to attract “young people”…
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