By Kay Heitsch
I wasn't sure what to expect when I walked into this next church. Somehow, since I hadn't attended church in years, I figured all Sunday worshiping churches were the same. Boy, was I in for a surprise.
I was used to the religion I grew up in, thinking they were the only ones who had the truth. Judging other denominations was normal.
I decided to try this big church in another town. Oh my, almost the first service they brought up other denominations and how their beliefs were wrong. I could plainly see this mindset wasn't limited to one denomination.
The choir and music were great! However, you couldn't sing unless you were a member of the church.
A group of people stopped by our house. They knew of my connection to Dr. Peale and were curious about my attitude toward life and my happiness. The minister found out, and he was not happy.
He gave an altar call and even mentioned how seeing your dead child in a casket and kneeling, giving your life at home, didn't count. My testimony had gone all over the world in Plus, so I knew I had confessed my belief very publicly. I realized immediately he was trying to control me. I did not respond!
One service: a group of men asked other men to help with a flooding situation. This arrogant minister told everyone to sit down because he had worked hard on this sermon, and they needed to hear it.
The last time we attended there, this preacher got up and said that anyone connected to Dr. Peale did not have the same spirit as he did. That was the last straw!
From that day on, the people I had met there shunned me like I had the plague. They walked across the street if they saw me in town.
I praise God, He opened my eyes to see that even though the church was huge and the music was great, something was very wrong.
"Write down for the coming generation what the Lord has done, so that people not yet born will praise Him." Psalm 102:18
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