Jumping from frying pan to the fire is unarguably the worst ordeal any fish being fried could go through. Yet, that appears to be my situation when, constrained by situations, I had to spend a number of years in a church house… [texts omitted]
No one gets a good sleep during the noisome nights, those moments when the small congregation, “with trumpets and sound of cornet [come to] make a joyful noise before the LORD, the king and to cast their burden upon the lord”. They raise the volume of their PA system with reckless abandon and when they cast out demons from those possessed, they do it with authority that the cast demons wouldn’t dare re-possess their victims. They scream, clap, swirl, whine, rave and rant and it is normal!
Helplessly, I reflect upon the possible motivation for such manner of worship against the Bible’s admonishment to its adherents in Mathew 6:6-7 thus:
“But thou, when thou prayest, enter into thy closet, and when thou hast shut thy door, pray to thy Father which is in secret; and thy Father which seeth in secret shall reward thee openly; But when ye pray, use not vain repetitions, as the heathen do: for they think that they shall be heard for their much speaking”
Instead of home being a place of peace where one returns after a hard day’s work to relax, one returns home from work to noise. As each day makes way for evening and as each week folds up ushering in a weekend, I fret over the impending melee between men and spirits… [texts omitted]
Today is Sunday
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