By Grant McGee: Freedom New Mexico
I overheard some folks talking the other day, calling one of our area churches a “cult.”
Did you know we have a cult around here? I didn’t. But I think I may have visited one in Arizona.
During my trucking days I saw an ad in a Phoenix paper showing these happy people who went to The Church of the Divine Something-or-other. I decided to go.
The first sign I had that I was about to enter into a different kind of Sunday get-together were the guys in dark suits, sunglasses and a wire running to one ear looking very much like Secret Service men. They dashed about the parking lot ushering people into the big building.
No sooner had I sat down than rockin’ worship music began. Just down the pew from me stood an elderly woman who reached into her big ol’ purse and pulled out a giant tambourine, enthusiastically banging it in time to the music.
The minister took to the stage and within moments began speaking in an indistinguishable language. “Ah, tongues,” I thought to myself.
It was time to leave.
As I walked out of the auditorium folks started reaching for me, each one saying, “Where’re you going, brother?”
To each one I smiled and said, “Gotta go, have a nice day.”
I reached the foyer of the sanctuary and there stood all of the dudes in dark suits, sunglasses and ear-buds.
“Where’re you going, brother?” I was asked.
“Gotta go, have a nice day,” I said. “One thing though, I’ve never seen a church security force before, what’s that about?”
“Sir, you never know when or how The Enemy may strike.”
“I see,” I said. “Gotta go, have a nice day.”
So I don’t know if we have a cult around here, but the “bring your tambourine to church” thing could make Sunday services livelier.