I do go to church. As should all Christians. But in this series I discuss the reasons why I’m tempted not to.
For about two months, I attended my aunt’s church. That was plenty.
See, the pastor was a conspiracy theorist. One of those “the Trilateral Commission is trying to create the New World Order under our noses, and the black helicopters are already coming to take out their opponents, so start stockpiling gold, canned goods, and guns” kind of conspiracy theorist. He was supposed to preach on the scriptures from the lectionary, and would; but he’d often find some way to wander away from the scriptures and start talking about some scary thing he believed our government was doing, which he’d just read on the Internet—“This stuff is out there, people. Read it yourselves!”
After one Sunday where he set his bible aside altogether, and spent the entire sermon on some secret plan the Saudis allegedly had to take over the American oil industry, I had enough. I wasn’t going back to that church. Didn’t matter how much my aunt liked it; I was done. I went there to worship and hear about Jesus, not listen to this guy’s rambling fears.
Okay. Conspiracy theorists are easy examples to pick on. Now let’s hit a little closer to home: The preacher who can’t stop criticizing the government. The preacher who can’t stop denouncing the President. Or, if the President is of the same party, the preacher who can’t stop praising the President for being a man of character, conviction, and faith—the next best thing to Jesus being in the White House.