July 09, 2006

Somewhere in limbo

It's Sunday, which means we're going to church today.

I can't wait to see who's going to deliver "the message" today. As someone said to me last week, I feel like we're in limbo.

I say this with sarcasm, as we're still without our Pastor. The Elders are trotting in whoever they can get, it seems; last week was especially interesting. Can I get an Amen?

I can't begin to imagine how tired, frustrated, and angry our Pastor feels. I know I'm getting really tired of "Rent-A-Messenger" every week. And the message that's delivered is, and may I get struck down, propaganda from the Elders. Every week it's the same cleverly disguised message: You must listen to your Elders, your Pastor is wrong.

I almost don't even want to go today, but seeing as how the man who'll be there today looks like The Skipper (from Gilligan's Island) how can I not go? At least I'll get a good laugh out of it.

I'm saying here and now that I don't want our Pastor to have to leave. This whole mess is ridiculous, brought on by personal slights and bitterness on the part of the Elders. But if our Pastor doesn't come back, I won't either. I don't really want to be a part of a church where five men can dictate and act like brats.

Yeah, I'm in sort of a pissy mood about this. I try not to be angry, to see that there is a reason for this, but when I go to church I want to hear The Word, not some puppet of the "ruling Elders."