“Where do you think you’re going?” asked the wife as he turns right towards the nearest Church of choice 56 miles away and not the only one left in town, one of those error-straddled, tongues-talkin, ‘high and mighty’ prophesy-giving churches. Ha, the only thing they have going for themselves is they have learned how to be pleasant.
Husband, “Have you lost your mind? You have got to be kidding me! What has gotten into you? He replies. Nervous shrug, the wife stutters, “Nothing!”
Pulling herself together, attempts to get the whole thing off her shoulders, “Look, I, I’ve already been through enough about this while getting my hair done Friday.”
Husband, “Been through what, about the Church? I thought you and the girls from the Church we went to mostly used the same hairdresser and agreed to car pool to the assembly we already choose?”
Wife, “We did, we did, but since the closing of our Church Monday, four ladies from the Pentecostal Church and us three had it out. Tempers began to heat up a couple of times there and I was beginning to wonder where this was going to end up.”
Wife, “So, we covered a lot of ground in a short space of time. I can’t say I’m thrilled about giving up some of the things we do this time and we don’t have to, we’ll go. Look, I realize what you said you told those guys at the shop concerning their ways of worship, but so far every last one of them did invite us over this time.
If the choice is simple to understand, why does it have to be so difficult implementing? If the threat is heresy, the time is short with such conditions and admonitions in force to make the final implementing. But if silence rebounds, a cautious love that bears compassion for the true union of His mighty Body. It just might signal I love you.