The greatest challenge of a pastor in the south
In this post, I use a term not allowed on TFF.
But it is necessary in order to explain the challenge I face here.
We had an acquaintance here that wanted to buy my DeLavall Cream separator. He is a very nice guy, very friendly. He is an auctioneer, and a very successful one, and knew he could get a PRETTY penny out of that big old separator that was in perfect condition. He always drove a nice car, always wore a nice three-piece suit, and was very well spoken.
He would stop and visit every time he was in our area, and try to buy my separator, which I finally did sell to him.
Then we bought the old church adjacent to our property, and started re-building it so it could be opened for services once more.
On his next visit, we had managed to get it open even though there was a lot of work still on-going.
I invited him to come and worship with us.
He got a bit red in the face and said:
"I used to go to church.
"I was there every time the doors were open.
"Then one Sunday the preacher, RIGHT FROM THE PULPIT, told us there were going to be NIGGERS in heaven!
"I have not been in a church since, and never will be!"
We both stood there in shock -
I literally had my mouth open!
He walked to his car, got in and drove away, and we have not seen him since.
IF this man ever gets the opportunity to even SEE heaven, he has one heck of a shock in store for him.
And THAT was one of our first introductions to the rabid racism that still exists here in this area.
But I suppose everyone has SOME challenge, eh?
Christ told me to arm myself. If you want me disarmed - - Molon Labe.