Chosen Last
Two weeks ago, we held one of the services for one of our senior facilities and a gentleman who attended our service was very impressed with it. His father has been in this particular senior facility for a few months now, and so this gentleman had the chance to see our service.
To me, he only expressed his heartfelt enjoyment, but he asked my husband a question that we often get asked, “What church are you from?” Usually, I give a vague answer that we are a non-denominational group and my husband did the same, but when the gentleman pressed him for where he attended church, my husband had to be truthful and tell him that on the other three weeks of the month, we usually don’t.
“Shame on you,” was the man’s reply and it struck my husband’s heart to the core. My husband and I have enough negative experiences with churches to make it hard for us to open ourselves up to that once again.
