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Prayers, Pews & Pools

My faith is challenged more and more these days.

Prayers.  The Lord’s faithful are being tested to great consternation.  I was particularly bereaved by a local mayor/Church of Christ pastor here in Texas whose recent proclamation on prayer tested my restraint of pen and tongue.  When asked if a group of Christian youth could attend and pray at a city council meeting, Mayor/Reverend Eric Hogue acquiesced with the one request that the one leading the prayer be a young man, basing his decision on New Testament scriptures testifying that women are to be kept silent in churches.  While understanding that his stance may not sit well with others, Brother Hogue proclaimed “….I can’t go against my conscience.”  Here’s a thought Mr. Mayor.  You’re a member of the Church of Christ where musical instruments are scripturally forbidden.  I’m looking forward to attending your church with my tambourine next Sunday and pulling a Psalm 150 on you.  You may not like it, but I can’t go against my conscience.  Praise Him!

Pews.  Our mighty President last week, speaking from his place as a revered Christian, issued an edict that all churches were to re-open for services this past Sunday.  While I revel in leading worship before a large congregation of sinners, I’m still slow to return to such gatherings in fear of the crayolavirus.  Based on the number of times I have witnessed Brother Trump’s church attendance, I wonder if this might be a symbolic gesture towards re-election.  Be ye wise unto medical advice, dear Leader, lest those who return to church pews in legions be stricken and unavailable for voting in November.  To quote Scripture from the book you so cluelessly have referred to as TWO Corinthians, “For we do not want you to be unaware, brethren, of our affliction which came to us in Asia, that we were burdened excessively, beyond our strength, so that we despaired even of life.”  The Word of the Lord.

Pools.  Finally, I trust you have all read of the packed party over the holiday weekend at Lake of the Ozarks, Missouri.  All gathered, fearless of any possible infection, reveled in a pool together in merriment of drink and repast.  Nowhere was a distance of six feet between these hundreds of souls observed.  I am speechless at this seemingly careless display of potential viral infection.  On the bright side, since this is the Ozarks, all resulting infections will be limited to the same one family.  Let us pray.