All things come to an end. Some are things we miss. Somethings, we are glad they are over.
The Elders at the Presbyterian church I taught Sunday School and was a Deacon at wanted to meet me at the Church to talk to me about my pagan beliefs. Scheduled at 6:00 pm today. I was prepared I thought for a Redneck Inquisition. I prayed to the Gods so that I would give a good account of myself and represent them in a good light.
But, there wasn’t much to it. I was presented with the gospel and told to resign. It was all very friendly but they had no interest in what I had to say, at least the head Elder wasn’t. I wasn’t about to argue with the elderly gentleman. When told I needed to resign my position, I said, “Roger that.”
It was rather refreshing to just get it over with and not have to argue. I pointed a couple of scriptures and the head Elder said something I thinks is in Isiah but that was all. We talk about sheep farming after that. This could have been done with a phone call, but, I was glad to see them.
Crusty Old Smoke 