How could you?
Sit in the pews for twenty years and listen to that preacher say those awful things?
Not walk out after hearing hatred spew forth from that terrible Reverend?
Call that man your pastor?
It’s simple…
I wasn’t listening. Not once. The entire time.
What was I doing?
Oh, you know, thinkin’…hummin’…just kinda’ zoning out.
But had I been paying attention I would’ve been very, very offended.
