Howdy all.
I figured I’d address a few points brought up here now that I have cooled down a bit, and am a little more rational.
Lord Ashtar, I agree, I would have understood the new preacher calling or arranging a meeting with us to try and see what he could do to bring us back around to their church. To be honest, though, I think that this may have been just as much a surprise to him as it was to us, because he honestly did look a little uncomfortable and not quite sure that the whole thing was a good idea.
Anaamika, to some of the people in that congregation, you are no doubt correct…we’re their own private cause. For a majority, though, I think they just wanted to show us that they do care about us and wanted to see how we were. They went about it in a really fucked up way, but I do think that was probably their true intent.
Scarlett67, and everyone else wondering why I let them in…
Had I been at home alone, I most certainly would not have let them in. Hell, I doubt I would have even answered the door. However, as I mentioned above, church is very important to my wife. The only reason we left said church was because of the asshole preacher. We did get along well with pretty much everyone else there, save for a few that were part of said jerk’s clique. None of the later were there last night, so these were people that we have had friendly connections with. The church and most of its attendants live an hour away from us (I don’t know if I have mentioned this elsewhere, but we live in a very rural part of Georgia). So, rudeness aside, they had driven an hour out to see us in the cold, and I know it would have upset my wife greatly if I had turned them away (this was part of our discussion afterwards, so it is not pure speculation on my part).
E-Sabbath, having a community of support can be very nice, I will admit. I partially agree about them not knowing, though I believe that anyone with an inkling of manners would know better than to show up anywhere private unannounced…but they couldn’t know that it was a hot button for me, as I’ve never told anyone from that church that it is. The lady who kept in touch with us did in fact survey those who had left, and she and her husband were instrumental in implementing changes that I am sure contributed to our former preacher leaving. She was not, however, one of lasts night’s visitors (as she is still on vacation), and I seriously doubt she would have had anything to do with it had she been in town. She is one of those classic “Southern Belle” types, Mrs. Manners all the way. She would have called first. And I am also fairly sure we weren’t the only ones that got dropped in on that evening. I’ll have to call some of the other couples we knew left and find out later this evening.
Captain Crunchy Crunch, most of the congregation and the people there are good people. Sunday school classes were always very open and filled with discussion. One bad preacher, though, can ruin the whole experience.
Devil’s Grandmother (great name!), thankfully, my boy slept through the whole ordeal! Once he goes out, he goes out, and there’s no waking him, short of physically prodding him awake. We wisely let him sleep.
Slithy Tove, as I mentioned, the Hatemonger is gone. We got along well with everyone else. I only included the information about the jackass because it would explain why the group of people decided to show up, and why we had left the church in the first place. We had mentioned our complaints to a few of the people that we were friendly with at the church, and decided that we would just leave and find another place of worship (which we never got around to). I did register my displeasure with his hatefulness to said preacher, but I never received a real meaningful response, other than “You must have heard what I was saying wrong.” And frankly, he wasn’t worth my time. In the end, as stated above, our leaving, coupled with the leaving of others for the same reason, was part of what caused the old preacher to leave.
Anyhow…that’s that. Thanks for responding all, and for having a place here to vent.
Muchas Gracias,
Poeticyde